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    “I know what the Archivist is.” Everyone knew the Archivist. Many assumed he was a relative of the Grim Reaper, a cousin of the Boogeyman. The innocent assumed he was a concept or a symbol; a funny little name to curse when the tingling on your neck became unbearable, when you turned to see no one watching, when you knew someone’s eyes were on you anyway.

    The unfortunates knew he had a body, a home, at least two eyes. The unfortunates knew the feeling of being watched was less a feeling and more a knowledge; the really unfortunate knew the Archivist’s name was currently Jon.

    There was currently only one really unfortunate.

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    Martin wanted nothing more than a brief holiday—travel a bit, meet some people, home before anyone could think to miss him. Being unwillingly offered up as the Archivist's first and only assistant was most definitely not part of the plan, but what else can he do besides make the most of it?

    He'll at least try to survive.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    “You need to learn a lesson,” she says, and there’s blood speckling her lips now. She’s overstraining herself. He needs to stop her, calm her down. “And until you learn it you will suffer, just like you’ve made me suffer.”

    “Mum, I think you need to--”

    It turns out that when his father had called his mother a witch, he had meant more than Martin realized.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    “What--” He stops to compulsively lick his lips. His back hits the wall-- he’d started backing up at some point and he hadn’t noticed. He can’t tear his eyes away from the man on his couch. No. The creature. “What are you?” 

    Martin finally looks up from his book. He looks at Jon. He doesn’t look like Prentiss. He isn’t full of gaping holes that should have killed him, he isn’t covered in squirming, shiny white worms, he doesn’t smell like a moldy, rotting corpse. He looks like a pleasant, normal man. He has freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose, his cheeks. Monsters shouldn’t have freckles, Jon thinks nonsensically. 

    “I’m your boyfriend,” the monster sitting on his couch says, as if this is a matter that is not up for debate, that Jon has no say in. 

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    07 Jun 2026

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    He peers between the branches at the spiderweb, gently pushing some away to get a better view. He wonders what kind of spider it is, if he can catch a glimpse of it. There aren’t that many types in England, but--

    Oh. He doesn’t spot the spider, but there’s something else trapped in the middle of the web. A large moth, its wings splayed helpless and immobile. As he watches, he sees its legs wriggle ineffectually in the air. It’s a surprisingly pitiful sight, making Martin’s heart unexpectedly wrench a bit for the poor thing.

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    Martin saves a moth from a spider. He doubts that this decision will have any sort of serious repurcussions.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    It's not like Martin's feelings for Jon were anything new, but they were safe as long as he knew that Jon would never feel the same way about him. Unrequited love was supposed to be poetic, with him aesthetically reciting his yearnings to a tape recorder. It wasn't something he had to do anything about.

    Then Jon had to muck it all up by kissing him, of all things. Now it was something they were going to have to talk about. Now his feelings were no longer abstract and artistic, they were a fire that roiled inside him, burning him alive. Consuming his ability to think about literally anything else.

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    04 Jun 2026