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46. Family
Kenophobia she shudders at the empty spaces between organs used for
Anthropomancy. Damage the memories, forget forgetfulness, or embrace
Lachrymiform consciences, she can't decide; there are double
Yoghs ready on her lips, she is the yashiki of naissant thought.
Narcohypnia seizes her skin.
Lambent, she flows incandescently from dusk to day. She is the
Eidetic for diviners, and the effulge or effluvium of plummeting
Aerolites. When the rain finally breaks through, she will burn like
Hapaxanthous flowers revealing haematic petals.
Ratite ancestry colors her past, useless feathers on her
Halitus, ascending carbon di