In Guttural Oblation

August 24, 2026

Gargantuan. Crypt's grit-and-gravel save displaced me. No longer an exhumed force, I am a source to levy the abstained in retaliatory scare— a fare most swoon as gamble, or grief-seeking preamble, but never quite the scandal that piqued their interest in the first debase.

Many race towards me. The privileged face what forged me. A lucky few are gored in forked-fee, but no —one— sinks to the depths of my spare.