Feed Me the Bones of Our Saints

A civilization of only women and foxes fights against its extermination. A series of maps point to the place of our sun in alien skies. A story of vengeance is told and then lost, held only in the wind’s teeth and rain-ruined tapestries. A god creates a narrative map of a nation.

Foxes run through these stories, in various guises. They make memories, turn history into truth or toss it aside—but they’re as susceptible as we are to being forgotten.

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