The chains rattled as the giant shifted in the darkness. We could hear his breath like a howling storm.
He’s sleeping, I thought. In the time it takes him to finish his little nap, a man might be born and might die, and his grandson too might die—full of years—before the giant stirred.
One link from the chains which held this prodigy might encircle a city as a great wall. It was not to be fathomed, it was too great to be understood, but it was.
I often wondered who had done it: who had bound the giant?
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