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The Ancestors’ Temple
A small boy marches in procession, footfalls synchronized to the throbbing drums. His voice is lost among the others, their deep rhythmic chant fading into the night. Sunrise hits the sky like an igniting inferno, as vermilion dances with crimson, gold and turmeric. The song hastens, and so does their pace. Rounding the final bend…
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Moon Cheese
Before you ask, there are no cows on the moon. Or goats, or sheep or camels, nor has there ever been. The Luna-moo Dairy Corporation would never trust something as unreliable as a lactating mammal to feed our citizens…
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The Golden Pianist
First appeared in the October 2015 issue of Nature Physics.
Tales from the Great Western Watershed
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