My story Sagasu’s Life goes live at Reflection’s Edge!
Sagasu was watching the child in the corner. The corner was dark, and the child was dark. Its mouth was open, always.
Sagasu was grinding butterfly’s wings. He was mixing them with chalk dust and melted ox fat. He used a pestle and mortar and he ground them so the smell of ivory burning filled the air, and he clicked his teeth and sometimes he spat into the paste.
He shaved a hammer and dropped the fine iron filings into the mixtures.
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