j. l. navarro

The Demon Sea














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Illustration by Nick Bertozzi

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He was a nameless mystery whose purpose was to care for those he was petitioned to keep.  He stood in the air like a specter, watching them, cloaked in the garments of disbelief, neither living nor dead but something that always was, something from a dark long ago, eons before remembrance.  Civilizations have come and gone, seas have risen and fallen, and he had witnessed it all, taken his share, and remained waiting patiently for others to come.  He reigned over a land that stretched wide and flat in all directions.  It was a desert sea possessed with a strange haunting music playing in the arid wind, silent and mordantly tuneful, heard only by those it was meant to entrance.   

 

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This story is included in The Blood Cake Vendor and Other Stories.

 































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