Chapter 21

“How did I create your sun? How did I create your moon?

…Under cover I created you. I set you where you are.”

-Mayan Incantation

Nathaniel’s back ached from the day’s work and blisters covered his hands, but as he looked down at the steaming bowl that sat before him these pains faded from his thoughts. It smelled even more delicious than it had on the previous night, possibly because of his role in its creation, having spent the afternoon following Elizabeth around the field, mimicking her as she hunted for carrots, brushing a little dirt away from the surface to expose the root and then pulling up those that looked large enough to eat.

Minta was absent; his cushion a...

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