The Ferryman stands at my back, lending strength to my spine. He is a mighty ally.

I want to gift him.

I take a fist-sized black river rock from my pocket. I cradle it to my belly, then rest it on the ground between his feet.

“This,” I say.

“Yes,” he answers.


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