The artifact (a microfiction)

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Genre: Action/Adventure, Action: Walking a dog, Word: luck, Word count: 100

We were lucky. We escaped, barely scathed. They must have lost us. The jungle is deep. I cut through the vines as Azizi wags his tail. Did he know how little time was left? The artifact is a heavy weight slung over my shoulder. It belongs to us. The sun is setting. I can feel my skin hardening, turning to stone. My companion’s fur starts fading to grey. The air feels tainted but still familiar after millenniums had gone by. “Hurry, take us home,” I repeat. He sniffs the dirt, leading us back towards the tomb where our family lies.

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