The Doom That Came to Sarnath

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Beside a still lake in the land of Mnar stood Ib, a city of grey stone as old as the lake itself, inhabited by beings that were not men. When the shepherd folk came and raised Sarnath a league away, they looked upon their neighbours with loathing, and one night they destroyed them utterly, sparing only the green idol of the water lizard Bokrug.

That night the idol vanished, and the high priest was found dead with a single word scrawled upon the altar.

A thousand years passed. Sarnath grew into the wonder of the world, its marble towers rising above the plain, its wealth beyond counting. On the anniversary of the slaughter the city held its greatest feast, and the nobles of a hundred lands came to celebrate.

That was the night the mists rose from the lake.

A Dunsanian fable of vengeance and vanished empires, told in the cadence of scripture.