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They Look Like People
Foreman likes to hoist new ones up, see what they’re made of. Sometimes stone, sometimes metal, some a ceramic we don’t know how to crack or look at. One or two of us have stashed a rare-looking one, though all the big ones go upstairs, foreman says those ones are special. Today, though, the excavation floor was all deep stone and dirt, bare rock between generations. Sometimes the days spent picking through it all stretched into…
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