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Hive-Maker the mirrorman stares out at us. His head, knodding motion, stutters 5 times, as he is only an altered sample of some other image of himself. Perhaps he is only a composite self, one of many others who have suffered various vengeance's and return to this world multiplied, clumped together in quivering composite shapes, like bees clinging to branch in the shape of an accidental fruit. |
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