Calcified Will
Grey silt yields under fingernails, uncovering a fossilized ammonite spiral embedded deep within the floorboards. A faint metallic tang coats the tongue as fingers trace the ridges, seeking a solid weight against the splintering dark. This calcified shape resists the fluid drift of memory, standing like a leaden pillar amidst shifting shadows. To grip these hard edges is to find a sudden, quiet grounding in something that refuses to dissolve.
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