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Excerpt from “Gods Not Like Us” as published in decomP magazine:

“The Alaskan hills rolled silver with the harsh winter’s slush. Cold and cracking, they rolled under, rolled alongside, and, when the gods ran out of mercy, rolled over every Yupik hut, until a thousand years of civilization were stuffed into the carbon dust of a few lonely campfires. The Yupik collected in the warmth of their surviving huts. Together, they prayed to any god who would listen. And then a wave of outsiders marched over the silvered hills.”

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