Hideaway Strath What profit will we gain if we kill our brother and cover up his blood?

The giant welcomed him, to a point, but Gilead made his way alone. The air was thick here, inundated with what the pioneer would classify as a tainted quality he did not want to ingest; but he must, to some degree, become like the heathens nesting here. He must learn of them—for was that not his purpose? His Lord had sent him to this awful place where darkness took great solace, and Gilead would not allow himself to falter.
If only he could call upon the holy fire of his Lord! To burn away the trees and leave a great expanse behind, to scorch the shadows from the earth and uproot the emnity he found here. Gilead had no such power; he was a mortal only, listening for guidance through the whispers of light that managed to penetrate obscurity.