CHAPTER 42 – Life’s Artifacts
On the desk is a shell, unearthed from the sand on a distant ocean as a child, the spiral whorl of the shell drawing in my gaze, inviting me in deeper. On the shelf overhead, a handful of tiny rocks rest on polished wood, all pretty much the same size, yet so different. One is clearly a piece of fossilized shell, expected on an oceans edge perhaps, but not on
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