My armature was strolling sightless in the rose garden when I formed around it, catalyzed by an assistant set-dresser placing the fifth candle in a six-armed girandole.
They fired her last week for scraping an applewood caryatid's thigh. I heard the shouting and feigned confusion tinged with dread; my patron was present.

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Eldritch Café

Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelle que soit votre langue.

A welcoming instance for queer, feminist and anarchist people as well as their sympathizers. We are mainly French-speaking people, but you are welcome whatever your language might be.