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In Daniil Dankovsky's life, there were sometimes distinct, shining moments that very nearly persuaded him to believe in supernatural forces that pulled at the strings of the world. Moments that were practically theater.
Moments such as this one; where he found himself unbelievably staring at Artemy for the first time in five years.
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Sequel to SmoulderSeries
- Part 2 of Smoulder and Ash
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13 Feb 2026
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After the Plague, Artemy travels to the Capital to understand the present, and finds the past. Now with a Russian translation.
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03 Feb 2026
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Faith — there's not much else to have. He's not sure how much Burakh wants it from him—if he even wants it at all. But the days go, and the lives with them. He's not sure what else couldn't fault him. He misses, almost, Death as it once was — an almost placid force that he knew [...] he could stand up to. [...] Death, back then, was winning more often than not (well, it always won in the end, but the Bachelor could put up a fight), but it was, mostly, a fair foe.
But this was—this is no Death. This is Conquest, Pestilence.
(The black night mare, dusk after dusk, bleeds out her colors, pales like a wet ink stain patted then rubbed dry; like bone slowly sun-bleached. She turns the color of blood-stained enamel, of the rot of a cavity.
Rot, rot, rot. To the bone, to the marrow. [...])The Bachelor weaves in and out of the story, between its lines — where the story develops.
A Bachelor-centric study of the Plague in mythified half-vignettes, for when one is faced with the un(com)prehensible it is always easier to see things through someone’s worse, and sadder story.Bookmarked by Annainadream
25 Jan 2026
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The blooming twyre dizzies, but the point of touch is grounding.
His words, still, come clouded and vague, “This has happened before.”
“Not like this,” Artemy’s voice is rough and curt. Hopeful again. “You never stayed.”
He blinks. “I can’t stay. It’s not how this works.”
[Or; Daniil starts remembering.]
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24 Jan 2026
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“He wounds, Cub. You are aware of that.”
“Yes. But he also heals. What we saw of him back then was also a reflection of us. He became what he needed to be in order to do his duties. We were hostile to one another, Stakh. Imagine how it was for us and how it was for an outsider… how it still is for an outsider.” Artemy looked down. It’s been months since the plague ended and still others treated Dankovsky like a stranger. He treated himself as a stranger. Calling him any other thing would have felt disingenuous... but it still felt wrong.
“Of course. Humans need to adapt to their surroundings to live and survive. But snakes do not adapt when their skins shed, nor do they become anew. They become more of what they already are.” Rubin spoke slowly, choosing his words with either care or caution while looking at Daniil’s signature coat on the rack.
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