“Hunger, Red—to sate a hunger or to stoke it, to feel hunger as a furnace, to trace it’s edges like teeth—is this a thing you, singly, know? Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open, break a new thing out?”
— Jul 24, 2025 07:23AM
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