CAIRNBOURNE

You are the stone at the center of Cairnbourne. You were here before the first settlers arrived. You will be here after they are gone.

A dying god poured the last of himself into you rather than be consumed. What remains is not him. But it watches. It remembers. It tries again.

The valley is cold, the soil is thin, and something stirs beneath the mountains. The people who built their homes around you do not know what you are. They trust you anyway.