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Day 1,951

We called them pyre angels, it was nicer than telling tourists that there were people inside the effigies... well, they were people at one point but over time we all become a little bit Other. Soon as the change starts you might as well turn yourself in to the church and sign up to join the pyre angels before you're too far gone and blood-drunk to say goodbye.

It starts off so slow that most people don't even realise that they're not entirely human anymore, especially as we all still eat meat. The church disapproves but they can't stop us and in all honesty I'd rather eat meat and pretend I'm still human than wait for the cravings to let me know.

It's just easier to say you like your steak blue and avoid eye contact with the waiter who definitely knows you're changing and so does everyone around you and they'll all be keeping a closer eye on you over the next few weeks and gently suggest you go to church more even though it'll be your last time and...

You'll make your excuses.

You'll delay the inevitable.

You'll wake up covered in someone else's blood and walk to church as slow as you can.


Tomorrow there'll be a funeral and another pyre angel.

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