A Pilgrimage to the God of High Places
ShortStory 3,290 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"I was no friend to the god of high places, of peaks and spires and rope bridges over narrow canyons, and I had no reason to expect that he was a friend of mine. But my mother kept asking, what could it hurt to ask for his favor. What could it hurt to try. What indeed. So far, on our twelfth day trudging down the winding dusty canyon path..."
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