Oyster ShellsBernadette Geyer
The oyster knows how to keep a secret, parting its lips only when boiled alive. Inflamed by Hypatia’s devotion to the truth, Cyril and his fanatics stripped her naked in a church, scraped the sticky truth of her flesh from its bones with oyster shells. They set Hypatia’s still-writhing limbs on the pyre. Her heresy left to smolder, the acrid cause of rationalism dispersed like so much enlightened smoke throughout a world that refused to hold its breath.
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