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Literature

hallowed ground

i. Heaven is not a place for wanderers, witch-talkers, women with words between our teeth-- we purveyors of sinister magic, we perpetrators of wicked misdeeds. we who are muck and mire and marrow, stuck hollow to the soil beneath our feet-- we whose blood bubbles thick, arcane, and dark. we with candlewick tongues. we with cauldron hearts. ii. ours are the whispers that seethe in the streets; ours are the fires and the sinkings of stones; ours the desires that brew and that breed; ours the rebellions, ours what we've sown. ours are the murmurs that churn in the dark; ours the disquiet and ours the alarms; ours the awakenings in glyph