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Curls of cobalt flame licked the interior of its orbital sockets.
“I am the Lady’s homunculus.”
Satchel.”
“Without the dust, I do not exist. To defy the one who wakes me is to cease to be. It is the truth that binds me, and thus binds my will.”
“Balthus
why was he here in the first place?” “Fleeing the Lady. Hiding.
Feels off.” Satchel remained mum.
I feel bad for him.”
“I guess I do, too. He’s like a slave.
How much is he like us, really?”
“Enough to be frightened,” Fern said sharply.
the creature folded up in the bag—waiting or asleep or gone to some netherworld they couldn’t imagine.
Beckett.
Leeta’s
Maylee
“You think there’s any harm in him?”
“Maybe not in him. But maybe he drags it behind?”
Remember, I used to do this stuff, too.”
it was Fern’s shop, and the homunculus—Satchel—wasn’t a thing.
“It does not matter. I can never be alone. I must always serve a master. There is no other way.”
“I should like to simply be for a while. To … serve in the way I choose.”
“Alas, the Lady’s secrets bind me. I cannot say.”
“I do so look forward to tidying here. Sorting. Organizing. It gives me great peace.
I wonder, what do you discover when you bring o...
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I have seen much, but I cannot track the time when I am away.
He sobered. “And much that I would forget, were I able.”
“I cannot speak against the Lady,” he said. And then would say no more.
grimoire
The patterns reminded her of the fine inscriptions on Satchel’s bones.
“It is hers,” managed Satchel, although his voice remained weak.
the impossible night of that page,
“They’re portals,” she said. “Hundreds of them.”
letters or sigils in sharp relief.
the underspace,”