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title: blow out the candle (i will burn again tomorrow)
author: myiasis (bugbiter)

summary: Marion is a recent college graduate who grew up in a small town in the most rural parts of Florida. Isolated from his childhood peers and family and deeply scarred by a traumatic assault during his college years that unearthed years of previous similar incidents he hadn't even remembered, he returns to his town to sate his curiosity about the only thing that he can bring himself to care about anymore: the legends of a monster lurking in an abandoned park that have surrounded him since before he was born.

No one has ever survived an encounter with the Lake Althea monster, and that's what he's counting on. He wants to die, and he wants it to kill him.

notes: "I have brought you a half-dead little [he]-goat, recently snatched from the teeth of wolves. I hope that by your compassion [his] shelter will be insured, and that by your care, [he] will be cured, and that having cast aside the rough pelt of a goat [he] will be clothed with the soft wool of the lamb."

- Paphnutius (or The Conversion of the Harlot Thaïs), Hrotsvitha of Gandersheim (935–1002)

a screenshot of an archive of our own work's title, summary, and notes. title: blow out the candle (i will burn again tomorrow) author: myiasis (bugbiter) summary: Marion is a recent college graduate who grew up in a small town in the most rural parts of Florida. Isolated from his childhood peers and family and deeply scarred by a traumatic assault during his college years that unearthed years of previous similar incidents he hadn't even remembered, he returns to his town to sate his curiosity about the only thing that he can bring himself to care about anymore: the legends of a monster lurking in an abandoned park that have surrounded him since before he was born. No one has ever survived an encounter with the Lake Althea monster, and that's what he's counting on. He wants to die, and he wants it to kill him. notes: "I have brought you a half-dead little [he]-goat, recently snatched from the teeth of wolves. I hope that by your compassion [his] shelter will be insured, and that by your care, [he] will be cured, and that having cast aside the rough pelt of a goat [he] will be clothed with the soft wool of the lamb." - Paphnutius (or The Conversion of the Harlot Thaïs), Hrotsvitha of Gandersheim (935–1002)

prologue, ch. 1/2. ~6k words.

archiveofourown.org/works/652245...

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