“Sai, kneel low, kneel slow. Look her naught in the eyes, sai, bow,” the hooded man next to me said hushed and rapt as the progression of the necro-mother approached. I saw a hundred, a thousand citizens kneeling as she walked, that dead vessel with eyes like Nietzsche’s abyss and a gait that reverberated terror […]

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