A child holds her lantern up high as she approaches the cave.
Soft warm light glinting off the still surfaces of the underground lake, casting a silhouette upon the great stalactites and stalactites that lay beyond the gloom.
In silence, she knelt gently beside the lapping waves. Cradling the piece of jade bestowed upon her, she slowly lowered it down beneath the steely cold damp.
Contact with the lake stopped time, transforming the entirety of darkness into...
The Bathroom Poet
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