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    Shen Yuan wakes up to the sound of crying.

    He lies there for a moment, feeling like cling film stretched too tightly over something pointy, in danger of tearing down the middle but holding on by his fingernails. It’s dark, it’s smelly and he is laying face down against a heated stone floor, or maybe it’s just some faux stone tiles for the nature aesthetic. It feels like his brain got replaced with moss or cotton or balled up, wet paper towels that’s coming apart. In the stretched out moment where he takes it all in, he decides this fucking place sucks, and he will never visit again.

    The crying is to his left.

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    Shen Yuan wakes up in the Ling Xi caves, and he is not alone.

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    28 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    "...for none of the Eldalië ever hated Melkor more than Fëanor son of Finwë, who first named him Morgoth; and snared though he was in the webs of Melkor's malice against the Valar he held no converse with him and took no counsel from him."

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    27 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 15

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    "Look at this, I wanted to tell the world. Look at this heron, this bird who carries the entire universe in its eye and still chooses to look at me. Chooses to count Fingon, the vicar's son, within the expanse of its gaze. What a tragedy it is that we human beings are born with so much love to give, then forced to live lives too small and sparsely furnished to ever accommodate more than a fraction of it. How devastating that we spend our earliest years learning how to fence away and leave fallow the most promising fields of our hearts."

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    British India, 1930s: early days of the ancient friendship turned lifelong love affair between notorious political gangster Comrade Maedhros Fëanorian and dance-master Fingon, the local vicar’s son.

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    27 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 23

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    The cryo chamber opened. The pseudo-Dipper dropped to its knees as it thawed, shuddering from the cold.

    "Careful." Ford knelt next to the shapeshifter and tentatively touched its shoulder. "Are you alright?"

    "I'm..." Its voice was rough and guttural; it feigned clearing its throat and said, "I'm—fine now. Thanks for letting me out, man. I guess I must've fallen in and got stuck." It was trying to sound like Dipper. Someone a kindly human rescuer wouldn't think twice about helping get outside.

    "You can drop the act," Ford said, then forced himself to soften his voice; he was giving the shapeshifter permission, not a command. "I know you're Shifty."

    Shifty jerked its head up. It gave Ford a nervous smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."

    Ford sighed. "You insist you're a normal teenage human boy?" he asked. At Shifty's emphatic nod, he said, "Well, that's unfortunate, because I came down here to set a shapeshifter free."

    (Ford, the shapeshifter, and a long-overdue apology.)

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    26 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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    “There’s some sort of great cathedral within me,” Fingon had wanted to tell Maglor. “This vast, echoing hollow, the site of my father’s devotion. These days, there is only a single inhabitant. The vicar is dead and the bishop is nowhere to be found. Russo lives there alone, the final acolyte driven into madness, hollering irreverently, sloganeering and saluting, his self-destructive pacing desecrating every inch of the nave. The walls are worn thin, the windows collateral damage, and the foundations will crumble sooner than they should. But how can I exile him from it? How can anyone ask that of me? Why must I do such a thing? Cast him out? No. No, I cannot. It is a cathedral. It is a sanctuary.”
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    When he and Maedhros are obligated to attend a stranger’s wedding in Thrissur, Fingon finds himself navigating the differences between shame and embarrassment. A bittersweet vignette set in the Prayers to Broken Stone AU, but can be read standalone.

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    26 Jan 2026