[Entry XIV]
First tested beside the same hushcurrent that taught Verdant Peace to breathe. In running water the malachite falls into that pendant’s quiet pitch—two greens, one pulse. When they agree, the clasp chooses for you.
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Green grammar knots my wrist.
Veinlight hums in hushwise.
Clasp left: mothquiet.
Clasp right: rumorbright.
Third-click: maybe-door—
two selves slip through;
the softer one keeps the skin.
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Record preserved by perilpoet
Manifest the Malachite Soul Bracelet here
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