Not the metal. The men.
Let the river take what the river wants. Seraphim Falls
Elias Finch was the first to crawl into the canyon with a sluice box and a bible. He’d lost his wife to fever in ‘62 and his son to a cave-in in ‘63. By ‘64, he was left with only a name for the claim: Seraphim Falls. He’d heard a circuit preacher once say that seraphim were the highest choir—beings of pure flame who stood in the presence of God and wept for the sins of man. Not the metal
The last thing he saw, before the water filled his lungs, was a face looking up at him from the submerged rock. Not his own. A woman’s face. Copper eyes. Smiling. Elias Finch was the first to crawl into
But the water remembers.