THIS STORY BEGINS WITH A TINY piece of stone, a little sliver buried by centuries of sand and silt. You might not notice it at all unless you knew what you were looking for, but this piece of flint has been carved, chipped to make a blade, by a human hand 8,000 years ago.
Novelist Margaret Elphinstone recalls vividly holding a microlith like this one during an archaeological dig on the island of Coll. For her, it acted as a bridge across time, back to Mesolithic Scotland to the man or woman who fashioned it. She heldADVERTISEMENT
it and asked a novelist's questions: who were they? what were they talking about? what were they thinking?
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