The Soulless Man

If we're not careful, we miss the stories that already exist. These are the wilder ones, the uncertain ones. These are the stories that have long been forgotten but are held in the earth and the stones, in the woods and the streams. If we pass near enough they may catch us for a while, leaving us as if just waking with only the bones of them now dim in the dark soil. On a hot summer's night, Dan falls asleep and dreams the land has returned to winter. On a cold hilltop a tall, awkward figure cli