Leaden tabulae defixiones spilling from the heaving soil of chaotic, harried mass graves — The further we wither […]
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When death comes blasting, outrageously sentimental and with unconquerable disgust, you’ll know the stench of it long before […]
With the grime of rotting oil-presses wafting up into the dread of the cenaculum news of the coming […]
