The Ruins

by C. Liam Brown

... In a wide patch of grass nearby, the long, mantis-like arm of some unknown mechanical beast of burden arches out of the brush. Its hydraulic pumps are tendons and it curls back down to the ground as if trying to claw itself forward, to dig some last, desperate harvest from the dirt before it falls beneath the ever-rising weeds around it.

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