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    An artificial fullness, an artificial release. Breathing shapes inside the wide hard tube he called a torso. He felt like a door in a desert. Wooden and thoughtless but maybe significant in some other, far away context. Knock. ₖₙₒcₖ. knock. Knocking him down was a sudden, singular breathed air current, which left him rolling, rolling, limbless, breathless, sightless in the dark surface underneath him; boundless and bare.

    Then

    a smell.

    His flat, featureless face was able to smell something almost like flesh. But it wasn’t flesh, was it. No.

    Thick smoke pressed him down like a blanket. Grey and intimate. Maybe he was a flower petal pressed between pages, later to be nailed to a book and incorrectly labelled.

    “ ̶gr̶̳̿͟͞αη̶t̶̳̿͟͞ .“

     
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    Kinger is dragged through the familiar terrors of captivity, stripped of autonomy in his own psyche.

    Queenie is there, like a lucent anchor.

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