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24 Ghosts of My Familiars there is an art to dying finding purchase on uncharted ground and buying a house sight unseen with no floor plans just the hope to keep your balance in an outfit that no longer fits skin gone to flax pigment gone until there’s nothing graceful about it just the nuts and bolts the hinges left to lie fallow in the bone factory and you roaming around with nothing but time on your hands echoes of your footsteps just below a whisper ...

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