I’ve been
Stealing Myself From Shadows, but the shadows are stealing me back. I’m like Christopher in this, dancing in Damian Ashelocke’s palm, but
The Hand and the Eye of the Tower are mine to protect. Not theirs.
A Godling for Your Thoughts? I’ve offered myself to gods and masters, only to question their wisdom. The one I worship still calls me
My Tool, My Treasure even as he wonders if I still serve him. I’m caught in a
Web of Inspiration, but my spirit may poison the spider. It doesn’t matter.
My Cusps Overfloweth as long as I can protect the ones I cherish.
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