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Next story: an ascension one; Call the knight to rise through a needle, through bronze swamp, at night, in mist, for pence. The things, they whisper “She stay? She stay?” Erected the walls of castle they stand always. She rise elsewhere. No ending, no Fuck to call no answer you think infertile. "                                    " you say, The attempted alchemy pouring white mud on lap, No words, no. Next story, ascend upon an opened Albina, Down the great bell, turn it right, You turn left for no guiding map, so take a Taxi. I sit drowning my musehorn in bed, dying Polonious death, Erected the walls of castle I repeat always.