Slowly, carefully, she lifted a new arch from the riverbed—not stone, but fired clay. She had made it in the kiln overnight, shaped like a pair of hands clasped together. In the center of the arch, she set her father’s helmet, cleaned of rust, with the scratch filled in by molten copper from a broken pot.

They just stood.

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Lian’s hands moved on autopilot, centering a fresh lump of clay on the wheel. Her mind, however, was stuck on the morning’s encounter.