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- | <p>It was a Linnaean décor; species clined into each other.</p> | + | It would hang, an absurdly massive tentacled sepia event. Architeuthis dux. The giant squid. |
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- | < | + | “First-ever observations of a live giant squid in the wild” the paper was called, as if ten-year-olds had taken control of the Proceedings of the Royal Society B. First ever. |
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- | <p>A Tibetan Book of the Dead by the Bhagavad Gita, by two or three Qur’ans, testaments old and new, arcana and Aztec theonomicons. Krakenlore. Cephalopod folklore; biology; humour; art and oceanography; | + | London was full of dissident gods. Why? Well they have to live somewhere. A city living in its own afterlife. Why not? |
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- | <p>He read the names Dickins and Jelliss, Alice Chess. A spread about mutant versions of the game with arcane rules, bishops | + | Theurgic vermin, those once worshipped or still worshipped in secret, those half worshipped, those feared |
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- | <p>You can’t see the future, there’s no such thing. It’s all bets. You’ll never get the same answer from two seers. But that doesn’t mean either of them’s wrong.</ | + | “You have to persuade |
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