A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. It’s one of our conventional superstitions.
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