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''synaesthesia'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜enc｜20260220112313-00-•
INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek.
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