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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">horror</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span></p>
<p>The day began with Jude giving the Aaron a hand in setting up countless contraptions around the rim of the clearing, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. She lugged the total station while he placed the equipment. He prattled on as he went, describing what he was doing, what tools he was using, what equipment she was carrying. She largely lost track after the word &lsquo;theodolite&rsquo;.</p>
<p>The day began with Jude giving the Aaron a hand in setting up countless contraptions just past the rim of the forest, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. She lugged the total station while he placed the equipment. He prattled on as he went, describing what he was doing, what tools he was using, what equipment she was carrying. She largely lost track after the word &lsquo;theodolite&rsquo;.</p>
<p>Theodolite.</p>
<p><em>Theo</em>-dolite?</p>
<p><em>Theodo</em>-lite?</p>
<p>The <em>-ite</em> put her in mind of stones. Of something semiprecious. Pretty, but not costly. And that <em>theo</em> weighing down the front-half of the word got her thinking of gods and, perhaps, of God. Theology. Theogeny.</p>
<p><em>The God-stone? Does that make sense?</em></p>
<p>Or perhaps it was the <em>-dol-</em> stuck in the middle. Sadness? No, that wasn&rsquo;t it. Pain? Dolorimetry, yes. The measure of pain. Was that a science? A sub-field, perhaps. Not hers, as a botanist. Not Aaron&rsquo;s.</p>
<p>Or perhaps it was the <em>-dol-</em> stuck in the middle. Sadness? No, that wasn&rsquo;t it. Pain? Dolorimetry, yes. The measure of pain. Was that a science? A sub-field, perhaps. Not hers, not as a botanist. Not Aaron&rsquo;s.</p>
<p><em>The God-stone: amber of the highest quality, embedded in which is a kernel of pain.</em></p>
<p>Here the Aaron was, doing his physics, doing his job, describing measurements and chromatic aberrations and spherical lenses and timed strobes and&hellip;</p>
<p>And all she could think was <em>would I know the God-stone if I saw it? If I touched it?</em></p>
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<p>Hands.</p>
<p>Hands.</p>
<p>Always hands.</p>
<p>Jude had tuned out, and some distant part of her was surprised to find that she had stood, that she had been pacing, that she had stopped and hunched and tensed, once more facing the outcropping. The outcropping of pale and dead rock, new and uncharted, growing these last few months. The rock that resisted study and comprehension. Resisted humanity, pushed it away with some dark sense of unwelcome.</p>
<p>Tare short and round-headed so that they do not freeze easily.hat finger pointing toward God.</p>
<p>Jude had tuned out, and some distant part of her was surprised to find that she had stood, that she had been pacing, that she had stopped and hunched and tensed, once more facing the outcropping. The outcropping of pale and dead rock, new and uncharted, and its surrounding forest, growing now these last few months. The rock that resisted study and comprehension. Resisted humanity, pushed it away with some dark sense of unwelcome.</p>
<p>That finger pointing toward God.</p>
<p>Elanna&rsquo;s voice broke through the compulsion. &ldquo;You okay?&rdquo;</p>
<p>The botanist frowned, the tension draining from her as a blanket settled over her unsettled mind. Turned, abashed, back toward camp. &ldquo;No. Maybe. I don&rsquo;t know.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The hand of God had loosened its grip around her mind and here she was, back at camp, back beneath the trees, back by the tall reeds, back by the ferns fingering the air and the fronds like hands reaching out to them.</p>
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<p>And as she did so, she felt that the dirt beneath her fingernails took root, that her nails themselves must have been rootlets and that her arm a stolon, that her whole body was the runner for some tree, some entity other than herself, for at that point, she took root.</p>
<p>And her fingers crawled beneath the soil, and drank of the water there, and tasted the nutrients, and found purchase beneath the layer of loam and humus.</p>
<p>And there, her fingers curled around the God-stone, and indeed, she knew it as she felt it, amber with a seed of pain embedded within.</p>
<p>And even as the bark crawled up her arm, she saw her Doppelgänger stand and smile to her. A dreamy smile; not kind, not cruel, not knowing, not ignorant. Just a dreamy, inevitable smile. Just a dream. Just inevitability</p>
<p>And even as the bark crawled up her arm, she saw her Doppelgänger stand and smile to her. A dreamy smile; not kind, not cruel, not knowing, not ignorant. Just a dreamy, inevitable smile. Just a dream. Just inevitability.</p>
<p>And all doubt fled her then. All was racing toward what it should be.</p>
<p>And she felt growth accelerate as, bound now to the earth, her bones became wood and her muscles loosened, unwound, and thus unbound began to lengthen, to strengthen, to arch skyward, seeking stars, seeking God.</p>
<p>And when Aaron awoke, he was the first to notice Jude was gone. </p>
<p>And when Elanna awoke, she was the first to notice the new tree, there by the numinous outcropping, where ferns fingered the air and fronds like hands reached out to touch them.</p>
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