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My fingers trailed the low popcorn ceiling. I pressed into it, felt the stretch down my arms, through my shoulders and back. The streetlight caught a line of water on the sill; I’d left the window open, some snow had gotten in, melted and pooled. I hadn’t seen it happen, but I knew; I wondered if that was poetic in some way. My shirt stuck some from the sweat as I pulled it off. It was ‘low twenty outside, but Ma told me I ran hot; I think that’s what she meant. Sometimes she would come in from the grocery, or work, or smoking on the ...
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The great stone slab shifted into the earth with a heavy drum, fitting into the grooves as though it had always rested there, nestled against the mountain. Dried clay churned out from beneath it, small rocks scraped its underside. It groaned, stilled, and settled. The man released his grip, wiped his palms, peered down at the long gray stone. Beads of sweat shimmered across his dark forehead, sinews bulged from his forearms, breath filled his lungs, escaped, and caught the breeze. “One more step,” his voice resounded--deep, sonorous, ...
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