The Witness of Neo-Carthage
I. The sky tore open on a Thursday, which was inconvenient because Thursday was market day and half the city was gathered in the Great Plaza with stalls full of olives, dried fish, and bolts of Tyrian purple. When the sky tore open, the awnings caught fire. When the man fell from it, he landed on a stall full of pomegranates and crushed them all to paste. I was there. I had to be—it's my job to...
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