She leans closer, studying the weaves intently. Without looking at her hand or pen, she jots notes for her own memory, just quick scribbles in her private code.
In her mind she returns to the memory of the necromantic equivalents; the gases of decomposition and the wheeling psychopomps of the air burial, the heat of putrefaction and the flame of the crematorium.
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Date: 2020-09-17 12:07 am (UTC)In her mind she returns to the memory of the necromantic equivalents; the gases of decomposition and the wheeling psychopomps of the air burial, the heat of putrefaction and the flame of the crematorium.