short story
Myanmar: Three (Non-Fictional) Stories
My bus arrived in Bagan at 5am, close to the Archeological Zone. The ancient city was swallowed up in pre-dawn darkness, residing beyond my sight on its vast, unseen plain.
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Ceph
“Just say it, Luke,” I implore him gently through the specialized vibration of my gullet and manipulations of the flesh around my beak. “What do you want to ask me?”