( Should Macaluso further check the submission box of the piazza, he will find his missive does eventually have a response: a pinned white lace mask, and a drawing, showing a heart of anatomical detail, and three veins feeding off. One goes to a sword, defense against the impression of an undead; one goes to a shield, different form of defense against the undead.
The third loops down low, low, low, and connects as an umbilicus to the undead fended off from both sword and shield. )
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The third loops down low, low, low, and connects as an umbilicus to the undead fended off from both sword and shield. )
Fate finds what it must.