Stories in Sandstone

Iljun rushed the book to his superiors. They poured over the tome with reverent gnarled hands.

“It is The Anechoic Writ!”, “Let him read what he wants!”

They closed on Ninib later while he was searching through the stacks, deftly ignoring them.

Should we disturb this… thing? The guards were armed, but stayed away.

“You should not.” Ninib said without breaking his stride.

After a few weeks of this they grew accustomed to him.

Injun was the one interjected with a hard cold hand.

“What’s this door?”

There was none.

Toppling over the bookcase he uttered the opening Stop-Sibilant “K’shaa.”


I challenge with "Madness of Longitudes"

Picture origin - (Have not tracked the original)