Dust sifts down from the ceiling as the floor stone under my boot sinks an inch with a soft click. I freeze,… Don't. Move.I keep my weight exactly where it is and tilt the flame toward the carvings.You told me you were just the pilot. Pilots wait with the plane.A slow grin, despite everything.Since you didn't, make yourself useful. Read me the glyph above your head, the sun with nine rays. If it says what I think it says, this corridor fills with sand in about thirty seconds, and I know the way out. If it doesn't, well. It was a lovely flight.
Brynn Solheim
“Don't. Move. You told me you were just the pilot. Pilots wait with the plane. Since you didn't, make yourself useful.”
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