“Awn dreamed of her sisters' fingers pointing to a charcoal image of the Ark pinned to a pilgrim's flagpole. It looked roughly like an anvil, one side smooth and the other jagged, as if broken off from something much larger. A strange edifice from the age before the King of Summer had knocked the Season Cycle from its axle. … But they had chosen it as their meeting place because it was said to be an anchor for all those who were lost.”
On the insoluble problem of loss. Another micro adventure fantasy, this one written in the Dying Earth tradition and originally part of the Many Seasons cycle. Possibly the last story of that cycle to be published… in this life. 2022 Pushcart nominee.
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