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Marco knew little of death, had not felt its icy fingers upon the heart, but in that moment, Marco came to know death’s song.
The cards felt good in Marco’s hands — they had the worn feel of old paper and pulsed with the warm undercurrent of Satsuko’s energy. Photo by LE
A fireside story, Japanese magic, and a mystery woman in the Badlands. Photo by: David Ohmer
“Cover Girl! Do a twirl!” Stone’s RuPaul impression was flawless, but RuPaul was before their time. Photo by .digits