Graceriver
These are not ordinary playing cards. Soon you will be expected to speak their disappeared language. To parse words from faces and numbers, from three colors, or four. To talk about the spy’s incomplete mission, the village of subterranean ninjas, the soldier’s tattered coat: a dark and somber shell with its wool lining shrugging loose from buttonholes. The varmint in the garden.
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