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He’s a ghost in white, all hissing breath and ash-smell. Father Rosten fingers the scorched book; the soot crumbles onto his glove.

“Ya mind telling me how this got burned, Matthew?”

He flashes a toothy smile behind the mask.

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“ You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets.

You are at war, even in your dreams. ”

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“Hey, I never properly thanked you for those cookies,” Máni said, smiling at the mortal, “I still have some, and they help me sleep. I really do appreciate it.” The god had expanded his clothing style to pale button-up shirts and tight jeans--though the jeans had to be flex in case he had to run. He didn’t think he’d ever grow out of that paranoia.

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“ You tell me I’m a good man, but I’m not sure what you mean; what that entails. There is a trail of bodies behind me, some deserving of their fate, others not. You tell me I’m good because I try, but when do I stop being a good man because I try and it’s just because you want to believe? ”

---Raserei Verfallen

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[A bundle is hand-delivered to Mani's doorstep: inside a bag of home-made maple and weed cookies shaped like the phases of the moon and a messy note. "I don't know if I'm supposed to leave you offerings too. Everybody likes cookies, right?" - Rune]

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a strange habit had developed over the course of the last year whenever the moon god received a package, especially without postage. it wasn’t exactly a safe practice, but it had not yet proven to be dangerous; Máni held the package up to his lips, just under his nose, and inhaled the scent of it. It didn’t smell like wolf, blood, or moon dust, but it did smell a little like booze. There were hints of nicotine and ash along with the sweet smell of the package contents, and the moon god smiled despite himself.

Rune. He knew before he brought the package inside and read over the note. “Everyone does indeed...” he murmured to himself as he took a cookie to nibble on for the evening. It had taken him a long time to be able to sleep during the night, and the cookies would help him relax tonight after the restlessness he’d felt during the solar eclipse.

Making a mental note to thank Rune tomorrow, Máni smiled as he recalled a common Roman saying from long ago: do ut des. And he began to wonder just what he might be willing to give as a thank you for the thought. It wasn’t as if the multitudes made offerings to him any more, but the few who still did deserved recognition and thanks at the very least.

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The man in white, masked and sterile, padded lightly after Rune. He kept a fair distance, never speeding up or slowing.

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