Weathered Carving III

Black storms descend on us from the North. Unnatural temptests of rage and hatred, lashing our backs, tearing at out houses. The rain is shot with shadow. It withers our crops, sickens our livestock.
And the wind... the wind carries with it a restless spirit that breeds melancoly and madness. A spirit that creeps through our dreams, weaves tales of misdeed around our resting minds. We try not to listen. We try to remember ourselves. Some of us forget.
Brothers fight. Brothers die. Kaom unishes those that quarrel, that steal, that murder. Yet still the nightmares goad us into malefaction.
We Karui are banished from sleep.
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