When they found it, I am told, where they found it, I should say—they found it over a pool of blood. They thought at the time, but we learned, that it was bleeding. It was like, in miniature, a dark cloud over a red ocean, those cave divers said, raining blood down onto a troubled and sanguine sea. But no, not falling; it was being drawn up, and the pool of blood shrank and sizzled into a dusty desert of fragile bones, the ancient bones of their missing companion. The sarcophagus does not give; infinite darkness which only takes.
Blood Letting II
Tale Told 