She came around the corner of the cave, and saw the old man dead on the ledge, sitting in the sunshine.
She was to keep an eye on him, bring him water if he needed it. Sometimes she’d watch him breath as he was dozing, up down, up down.
She’d been playing with pebbles in the dust like a younger child, marking out the patterns of the stars in the sky and a maze to the underworld.
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