The Faded River
The seal cracked. It did not shatter. It did not explode. It simply ceased to be whole. A hairline fracture, thin as a spider’s silk, ran from the top of the clay tablet down to the bottom. I watched it happen. I held the tablet in my hands. My fingers were stained with the same red earth that had been baked into its core. "You are done," I said. The voice was not mine. Or perhaps it was. It...
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