8.2

Steel, straight through me. Blood. Blood and copper, and love straight up the spine, and -

- and I wake up with a jolt, sitting upright stiffly as my eyes snap open.

I shake my head. My stomach rumbles, and I smell something delicious from downstairs.

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(This is... an abstract interlude for Moonfall, the... admittedly rushed eighth and final part of a long-running serial story we'd been running on Cohost that we hope to revisit... someday. We've had this chunk stirring around our head for so long, we needed to get it all out in one of our famous late-night strokes of Suddenly Writing.)