Lord of the Upper Reaches

Posted: August 6, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

The statue was old and badly weathered. It could have once been a god or a gorilla or a general. All that was still clear and uneroded were its eyes, deep set and deadly, always watching. How long ago had they hidden it up here in the mountains looking down on the twinkling electric lights of the city below?

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