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His serpent heads taste the air, but there is only smouldering resin; the flavour of lilies just below, packed in close, suffocating, their petals like a blanket stuffed into his mouth. A garland of them over his eyes, so that he cannot turn, cannot steer his serpents away from the gaze of this god-child, his kin. Cannot see how Miquella glimpses over his shoulder, following the path of ruin that has led them here. How his own words settle in the dark like seeds where they will grow.
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From a shattered kingdom, a young stranger comes before Messmer, smelling of lilies and gold, with a story to tell and a favour to ask.
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- Part 2 of O Mother Of My Misfortune
Bookmarked by RandyBrain
23 Sep 2025