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"Each precious thing I’ve ever shown him is a holy relic from the night we both perished—the night when I combed him from my hair and watered the moon with his blood. An ivory fang stapled against a black curtain like the XRay of child’s broken bone a glorious thing to be worshiped, or to at least be acknowledged as “vessel of sorrow,” “creator of tides,” “pitcher of divine light.” He was nothing more than milkweed"