Ǵenh’s blistered feet held her captive until well after sundown. When the cracked dirt cooled to a bearable simmer, she hobbled into the night to rest in the roots of a desiccated tree stump. This is where she wanted to die, at the foot of the stars.
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The Book of Ǵenh: Reimagining our Origin…
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Ǵenh’s blistered feet held her captive until well after sundown. When the cracked dirt cooled to a bearable simmer, she hobbled into the night to rest in the roots of a desiccated tree stump. This is where she wanted to die, at the foot of the stars.