I can’t see it whole. Alabaster oil fills the dusty tank in university storage.
Through milky white, I glimpse a cephalopodan eye for a moment. A dark tendril. A woman’s black lips on the glass mouthing my name before a lick and retreat.
I raise the ax in my hand.
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