"Azizam," I say, an old word. "Come, then. They have not put lamb's blood over the door of their house," and I laugh, and spring to my feet, then into a run that takes me past meadows and into the old crumbling part of town, the part that smells of mildew and deceit and disappointment, the part when another Tez once set a spell and this Tez was a boy who loved me quite simply. I can feel their Child like a rotten tooth, like a chalk on slate.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:02 pm (UTC)"Azizam," I say, an old word. "Come, then. They have not put lamb's blood over the door of their house," and I laugh, and spring to my feet, then into a run that takes me past meadows and into the old crumbling part of town, the part that smells of mildew and deceit and disappointment, the part when another Tez once set a spell and this Tez was a boy who loved me quite simply. I can feel their Child like a rotten tooth, like a chalk on slate.