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Now the light of the eye was extinguished, and she saw instead a pattern of dots, in umber and ochre, splayed over a hump of the stone, dividing into two bands like a tree trunk forking, like branches of a stream. The pattern swirled and scattered, and then for a time there was just darkness.

She could feel an object in her hand, a cool and smoothly contoured rectangle; it must be her phone. If she turned it on, there would be light. If it turned on.

Away on the surface, in the rose-colored dusk, the moon had appeared before the sun quite set, a wafer frayed on the edges like lace and pale to near transparency, against the deepening blue of the sky. Jamal said one of those weird things that charmed her: I wonder what it’s like behind the moon.