Sublime

“But you know so many men,” said Ophelia, “isn’t there even one for you?” “They’re all adjectives,” said [Sophie], “they all make me feel modified;

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people can say all kinds of things without ever opening their mouths.”

Alice, like their grandmother, had a strong distaste for life’s inevitable gray areas.

“Lambeth Amara, short-range oracle,” the woman called out, consulting her paper. “Cadence Blackburn, mesmerist. Morrigan Crow, Wundersmith. Francis Fitzwilliam, gastronomist. Mahir Ibrahim, linguist. Anah Kahlo, healer. Thaddea Macleod, fighter. Hawthorne Swift, dragonrider. Archan Tate, pickpocket.”

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