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- Othello, for his part, was standing by, his hands in his pockets, his two-tone mask expressionless.
- Which wasn’t to say he wasn’t contributing. Hemorrhagia was enduring an assault from an invisible, immaterial foe. I could feel him, feel the movement against my bugs, but the bugs didn’t settle on him, simply passed through. He was only partially there, focusing on allowing certain aspects of himself, his weapon, to affect our world.
- —Worm: Imago 21.6
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