2023-12-14 19:22:03 ¶ ●

Huevember day 19: On the Mithraeum

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In those last long, terrible days before the end—those strangled, claustrophobic, white-faced days that stalked the borders of your nights like predators waiting for your collapse—you began to pray again. This was not because you had anyone in particular to pray to.

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I am still crawling along with huevember! One thing about me is that when I get sick, I get really really sick, but I’m making progress on a handful of comms and managed at last to paint another Harrow. This is the last of the Blues before we get into Purple! That’ll happen whenever that happens…