The Archivist

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Aardwolves would arrive soon. The Machine carried a silver shadow. If the party tried to enter without the aardwolves’ blessing, the party would be eaten and discarded as marigolds or daisies.


Cut worn fabric with a utility knife, planted dead lilies in a row. 73 heads lining rotted gate.


Edward thought of barnacles, old Loggerhead turtles that still sleep in lagoons. Old Copeian blood, dripping into water,


The Unsound could be seen in insignificant ripples, and the Captain seemed electric. Shark’s tooth and cryolite would bend the boat.




use shrapnel

build heads