Within dreary tomes lies the whisper of forgotten adages — a slipstream visitant clings to the cold cellar door.
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Adhesive PaleontologyTattered curtains part the half-glazed morning, a scratching rubric shatters light into pieces unsung.
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Suspended EchoesMournful silhouettes rear beneath velvet sheets, the memory unmoored wafts through plumed corridors erstwhile.
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Priestly Fragments