Mishpokhe and Ash
ShortStory 4,615 words Recommended by 3 award/anthology sources
"When Golem opened her eyes for the first time, she saw Magda. “You are Golem,” Magda whispered, her oil-stained fingers prodding Golem’s metal joints. “Golem,” the machine repeated, the rust along the two half-tin cans forming her jaw chipping onto Magda’s hands, adding scrap freckles to Magda’s tan skin."
Content warnings 3
deathviolencewar
Quasar links out; the story lives on Apex, where the author gets the click.