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  1. Rec 8

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    There’s sand in my mouth, and I’m thinking about jellyfish.

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    14 Sep 2025

  2. Rec 2

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    "In one swift motion, my fist meets the side of my nose.
    I think of Tyler.
    I think of his lips pressed against my bloodied hand. I imagine that, instead of my mouth, it’s his that runs along my fist, smearing the blood further into the wrinkles of his kiss."

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    14 Sep 2025

  3. Rec *

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    “Floremesis,” the apothecary eventually muttered. He looked up, his expression pitying. “Flower petals; you’d best see a priest, lad. Nobody but God can help you.”

    A shock ran through Henry like a cold wind, drawing his attention with a snap of focus. “Flower petals?” he repeated incredulously, his throat suddenly dry. “What, like Mary Magdalene?”

    He’d never really believed the stories of saints and martyrs coughing up flowers. That was something that happened a thousand years ago, the words inked in Latin scripture on illuminated pages, not to now, not to him.

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    A KCD1 hanahaki au

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  4. Rec 30

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    No one else will do it for you. The words come unbidden to his mind, their source nebulous. Maybe it's his Pa's warm rumble, his tough-guy love that always ended up too tender. Maybe it's Captain Bernard's scolding, the rough hand pushing him to get up, try again, don't give up. Maybe it's even Sir Radzig's calm tenor, his cool, highborn cynicism. It doesn't matter. All that remains is the principle behind it, the hard-earned kernel of life's unfeeling truth: it's easy to die. If Henry wants to live—and he does, he does, horribly, selfishly does—then he needs to act.

    Sometimes growing up means learning how to do your own stitches.

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    05 Jun 2026