Lore · The Singular Exegete
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LoreGIFT[Personal notes, scored in Hive leather with a knife.]
Something new has blossomed in the Cradle. A gift to reward my attention. It terrifies me, and the more afraid I am, the more I want to accept it. I came to learn from what I fear most. The more I am afraid, the more there is to learn.
The shoot is a single…
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