Summary
A solitary sculptor, gaunt from years of chiseling marble in a derelict atelier, unearths a vein of ochre clay that bleeds when touched. Night after night he kneads the crimson-stained earth into the likeness of a woman he once loved but lost to war; each dawn the figure softens, its features sagging like half-remembered dreams. When the clay begins to whisper in her voice, he grafts slivers of his own skin into the bust, hoping to anchor memory to matter. Instead, the effigy swells into sentient flesh, its limbs sponging up his memories until the maker is left a hollow husk, a fossil of yearning, while the newborn creature—half ghost, half lover—slips into the fog of a port city where every streetlamp flickers like a failing pulse.
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