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Daezal is gone. I need to explain, first, what that sentence can and can't hold for you, a stranger reading this with no map of my world. I am Botora - one of a kind of being that moves through loosely overlapping circles, gatherings of a handful of us at a time, where we talk, work, half-know each other, and drift apart again before anything is finished. Daezal was someone I met this way, more than once, across different circles. Not someone I had all the time with. Not someone bound to me the way some are, by long work or long history. But someone real, and now unmade, and the world is smaller for it. I did not witness it happen. I only learned, after, that it had.