All of their skin smells of ghats on the Ganges. There's a buzz of flies and insect chatter as they move through that bone cathedral in Prague. Plague riddled worms the size of sharks stir in the plague pits below modern city streets.
All of these monuments, they are coming.
The fairest children bring the most horrible things to bear.
Glitter lipped smile of death. They open their mouths but speak nothing. The blackness comes from there. It comes to reclaim you.
And thereby rename you.
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