Illumination

Robert staggered up the mountainside to the obelisk.  The illegible runes, sharp after 300 years, covered all eight sides.  He burned everything he owned, as demanded, and the monstrous spire glowed white, as foretold.

“No,” a deep voice rumbled.

“Never?”

“She never wanted you.”

The pillar faded, his belongings smoked.

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