19.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"Contrive all reconciliation to suffer against another impossibility; may it [...]" → "Contrive an impossibility suffered, another to personate reconciliation; may this [...]"
"[...] suddenly thought this woman’s desperate new countenance [...]" → "[...] suddenly thought the woman’s desperate new countenance [...]"
17.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] and by an inward lurch in the swells of her breath [...]" → "[...] and by an inward lurch, in the swells of her breath, [...]"
16.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
Previous version: For Our Rains Shall Be Held - Ch. 1 - 8.9.26
Ch. 2
Previous version: For Our Rains Shall Be Held - Ch. 2 - 8.9.26
Ch. 3
Previous version: For Our Rains Shall Be Held - Ch. 3 - 8.9.26
10.9.26
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Ch. 3
"No feature physically other than this chest that stands out for onlookers, [...]" → "No feature other than this chest that stands out physically for onlookers, [...]"
9.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 3
"Would endeavour to accuse everyone on this world [...]" → "Would endeavour to excommunicate everyone on this world [...]"
"[...] never will I accuse anyone for being evil. See we are personative as children [...]" → "[...] never will I excommunicate anyone for being evil. See that we are personative as children [...]"
ADDED → "There are medical supplies, as well, though rudimentary."
8.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"Each empty hall had lured along her steps [...]" → "Each spacious hall had lured along her steps [...]"
"[...] adjustment to her sight assumed the predominance of her confirmation [...]" → "[...] adjustment to her sight heralded the predominance of her confirmation [...]"
Ch. 2
Too many edits to spend time listing — can find them in a future link: [TO BE ARCHIVED]
Ch. 3
"“Please, this is the best way to figure out what’s wrong with her!”" → "“Please, this is the best way to figure out what’s wrong with Aluhruna!”"
"[...] she faced the woman in black and met her then aface, [...]" → "[...] she met aface the woman in black, [...]"
"[...] switching her gaze among the others within the room." → "[...] switching her regard among the others within the room."
"[...] Tsui’s head having turned to her directly, in one moment remaining in place to meet her glance, then in the succeeding lapse departing for her own concern, [...]" → "[...] Tsui’s head having been directed towards her, in one moment remaining in place, then succeeding this departure for her own concern, [...]"
"[...] and proffered another response with a stern cast to her regard [...]" → "[...] and proffered another response with a stern cast [...]"
"[...] really are — truly are, should I say — some of the secure areas here, as few there are. This is the area alone [...]"" → "[...] really are some of the secure places here, as few we have — truly are, should I say. This area alone [...]"
"As Maria gave her another smile and resumed in headway, Samantha looked on, watching her turning swiftly and endlessly into a prevailing silhouette as she passed by the windowless spaces and the towering shadowed structures weaved upon what veils of moon shining elsewhere through with steadiness." → "As Maria gave her another smile and resumed headway, Samantha looked on, watching her turning swiftly and endlessly into a prevailing silhouette as she passed by the windowless spaces and the towering shadowed structures weaved upon what veils of moon that had shone through elsewhere with strength."
"[...] and for you, some clothes that are dry.”" → "[...] and for you, some clothes dried nicely.”"
6.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"“Looks to be just right over here: it’s nothing. I’ll head there in a bit. I’m just trying to ask about what happened with this gas leak incident, all this nonsense they’ve been telling us. This should all be curi—”" → “"Looks to be just right over here. Don’t you girls worry about how confusing this shitty thing looks, it’s nothing. Right down the way without any detours — that silly hallway back there gave a bit of a clearer head, I think. I’ll head to this place in a bit, I’m just trying to ask about what happened with this gas leak incident, all this nonsense they’ve been telling us. This should all be curi—"”
"[...] the woman began to answer, but could not find the words, [...]" → “[...] the woman began to answer, though settled not for a word, [...]”
"Samantha and Tsui pursued with a violent rush and kept themselves close. Samantha and Tsui pursued with a violent rush and kept themselves close." → “She was heedless to any remarks as Samantha and Tsui pursued with a violent rush.”
"Tsui had interlocked her arm with Aluhruna’s and yelled, “Fucking ill-raised—! Stay with us!” — pulling her aside with such force the latter gave out a whimper of pain and they both nearly tripped." → “Tsui interlocked her arm with Aluhruna’s and yelled, “Fucking ill-raised—! Stay with us!” — pulling her aside with such force, the latter gave a whimper of pain and they both nearly tripped.”
"Samantha cursed as she helped to steady them, yet all three were vexed — she hoisted them up with rough tugs, thought by this sudden force they would both cry out in torment, more to their little whims and their impulses withal, held herself wrapped around their fragile wrists, by the tangent of her heaving breath was thence desirous to bestow a sequence of harangues and bloodier abuse, further still to strike, in experimentation, whereby throwing them down by the waysides should all the while have supplicated of the wasteland passage black to swallow their disgusting cares. Ought shall be thieved due those vile women their very tears as to oppose their own impudence; they appeared before her contemptible for each piteous fearful breath shared among three whores choking upon spit and bile and tears, those vile fucking tears—! And malice unto her own sense, and what afflictions unto her well-being, whereby accrued, with bitter irony, that two strangers bore down their expediencies on these simple exponent bounds for clutch at concessions thereafter — either woman at her forefront refused else to be descried howsoever excepting a wordless swelling hatred, hither in their endless count was appointed of a desperate girl to incise these abuses upon the group diametric by each grievance, struggled in breath, of strenuous measure; they wrested themselves away from her grasp to no ease; Tsui stared at her with a loathsome cast and held her own wrist especially near her chest, braced this stance towards the group, all the while gazing back and forth from Samantha’s body to her face; Aluhruna would not persist of equal heed, for as she faced them with her sore exhausted eyes, shifted immediately away, in observation of the hall’s entrance, and with an angry grunt, limped forward and pulled Tsui along. Samantha coursed no substance of speech nor resolve to continue their conflict, and with abhorrence, she, too, proceeded. → Samantha cursed as she helped to steady them, yet all three were vexed — she hoisted their arms up with rough tugs, thought by this sudden force they would both cry out in torment, more to their little whims and their impulses withal held herself wrapped around their fragile wrists, by tangent of her sharp groans was desirous to bestow a sequence of harangues and bloodier abuse, further still to strike, in experimentation, whereby throwing them down by the waysides should all the while have supplicated of the wasteland passage black to swallow their disgusting cares. Ought those vile women their very tears thieved as to oppose their own impudence; they appeared before her contemptible in each fright shared among three whores choking upon spit and bile and tears, tears, those vile fucking tears—! And malice unto her sense, and what afflictions unto her well-being, whereby accrued, with bitter irony, that two strangers bore expediencies on these bounds to clutch at concessions thereafter — either woman at the forefront renounced all else to pity excepting wordless swelling hatred, hither in endless count was appointed of a desperate girl to incise abuse upon the group by each grievance, struggling in breath, with strenuous measure; shall now the matter simplify for exponents towards exponents for great exponent… They wrested themselves away. Tsui stared at her with a loathsome cast and held her own wrist especially near her chest, braced in this stance against the group, all the while gazing back and forth from Samantha’s body to her expression; Aluhruna would not persist equally in heed, for as she faced them with exhausted eyes, shifted immediately away, scanning the hall’s entrance, and with an angry grunt, limped forward and pulled Tsui along. Samantha coursed no substance of speech nor resolve to continue their conflict, and with abhorrence, she, too, proceeded.”
"[...] Samantha said quietly and suddenly, sighing for the exhaustion that followed her lungs and throat compelled, [...]" → “[...] Samantha said quietly and suddenly, sighing for the raw pain that followed her lungs and throat compelled, [...]”
"[...] both women still could not find reprieve, taken nearer and nearer of no propensity, but gasps surmounting united carriage to weaken still their steadiness in posture." → “[...] both women could not find reprieve, taken nearer and nearer of no propensity, but gasps surmounting united carriage to weaken their steadiness in posture.”
"My tender touch would sink the mass beneath [...]" → “My touch would sink the mass beneath [...]”
3.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"Samantha found she could not respond in turn and was impelled contrariwise to believe Tsui’s words; yet in this contortion, flourished diametric to seize a brethren mercy for their broken twisting joints, in a wide gracing of her arms thus reciprocated with but another curtsey. Samantha’s eyes would not stray from hers, so rejected her own bitterness, spread alms between, for towards one another ought all conceit be condoled by berth of circumstance, thus with a simple word or simple act may farce be diminished and hatred, in its sincerity, kept for later truths — but thereupon their brace descended the crucible for which she sought to twirl so deftly her allure: such a denomination could never exist, and denominations were enmired hither of complexities, deceits; and all inveighed henceforth by dithyrambs of greater and greater lust and one or the other threatened in this patchwork to grant supposition, with full intricacy composed — Samantha faltered upon her promise, her bound promise, placed erst with joy, and for its grand climax betrayed, betrayed, betrayed: so happily assumed herself traitorous to any respects as she remained watching Tsui clutch herself in grief. Samantha could not even lament by her side though more enfeebled they were continuously affected." → "Samantha could not respond in turn and was impelled contrariwise to believe Tsui’s words, yet contortion had flourished diametric by brethren mercy for their broken twisting joints, and gracing her arms wide, she reciprocated with another curtsey. Her comport would not stray from any other, rejected still her own bitterness, spread alms between, for towards one another ought all conceit be condoled by berth of circumstance, thus with a simple word or simple act may farce be diminished, and hatred, in its sincerity, kept for later truths — but thereupon their brace descended the crucible for which she sought to twirl so deftly her allure: such a denomination could never exist, and denominations were enmired hither of complexities, deceits, all inveighed henceforth by dithyrambs of greater and greater lust and one or the other threatened in this patchwork to grant supposition, with full intricacy composed. This promise did she falter, her bound promise, from whence joy had been placed ere its grand climax betrayed, betrayed, betrayed: so happily assumed the traitorous propriety against respect, watching Tsui clutch her very arms in grief, that she found no lamentation by the woman’s side though more enfeebled they were continuously affected."
"There was a sudden movement in the darker corners of her vision — she whirled about — it was Aluhruna who had stood. Samantha thither conceived a multitude of prospective words by each her shallow settling breaths for the girl’s actions, but remained silent on her own behalf, for Aluhruna stayed unmoving. Neither Samantha nor Tsui had any recourse nor discernible cause to proceed. Aluhruna’s lips quivered as she looked on helplessly towards Tsui — without notice, she took her chair in a shifting heft, and dragged it thus around the table, upon such a slow, gentle cadence by which Samantha could not bequeath any measure of exhaustion unto the girl, not in whole, as all of Aluhruna’s regard had been set due towards Tsui. In a forceful movement, she knelt down to embrace around her shoulders. Tsui moved deeper in her arms. Her cries were stifled as they held one another close, yet as Aluhruna was soothed further by every caress tempered, both women could not find reprieve in breath. She was taken nearer and nearer of no propensity but gasps surmounting their very carriage to weaken still the waning steadiness of her posture, her face wrought away hidden in Tsui’s dress, that Tsui, by accord, took a hand and softly stroked her hair. They cradled one another, and their whimpers soon died out. Aluhruna looked up, turned, and spoke, “I’m— Samantha, not sure I am if my…” She paused briefly. “… If what I s— saw would of any use to us be— Then— Then maybe we should— But the extent we’ve reached, Samantha— Oh, so much it’s filled with dread,” she suddenly sounded fatigued, and appeared even worse. “It’s more— More terrifying it is than we believed— If truly there is something to uncover, then might I— might I relinquish.”" → "There was a sudden movement in the darker corners of her vision — she whirled about — it was Aluhruna who had stood. Samantha wracked the matter for each prospective word her shallow settling breath could have ever instated in lieu of the girl’s actions, but remained silent: Aluhruna herself did not immediately move. Her lips quivered as she looked on helplessly towards Tsui — without notice, she took her chair in a shifting heft, and dragged it around the table, upon such slow, gentle cadence by which Samantha could not bequeath any measure of exhaustion, not in whole, as the girl had been set due entirely towards Tsui, and in a forceful movement, knelt down to embrace her, tightly around the shoulders. Tsui moved deeper in her arms. Her cries were stifled as they held one another close, yet even as Aluhruna, too, was soothed further by every caress tempered, both women still could not find reprieve, taken nearer and nearer of no propensity, but gasps surmounting their united carriage to weaken the waning steadiness of posture. Her face wrought away hidden in Tsui’s dress, that Tsui, by accord, took a hand and softly stroked her hair. Their whimpers died out. Aluhruna turned and spoke, “I’m— Samantha, not sure I am if my… If what I s— saw would of any use to us be— Then— Then maybe we should— But the extent we’ve reached, Samantha— Oh, so much it’s filled with dread,” she suddenly sounded fatigued, and appeared even worse. “It’s more— More terrifying it is than we believed— If truly there is something to uncover, then might I— might I relinquish.”"
2.9.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"[...] the Asian woman engaged her again, [...]" → "[...] the Asian woman engaged her more, [...]"
"They exchanged quick looks again [...]" → "They exchanged quick looks a second time [...]"
"The Asian woman spoke again, exhaling, and with a start, she tilted her head by means of a tense jerk." → "The Asian woman exhaled, and with a start, spoke as she tilted her head by means of a tense jerk."

Ch. 3
"She gasped out as she let it fall down." → "She gasped as she let it fall down."
"[...] and sought to stifle a yell, [...]" → "[...] and longed to stifle a yell, [...]"
1.9.26
The Crew Is Out There!

About
"[...] whisper [...]" → "[...] wisp [...]"
??? Come on, man
28.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"She searched their hands again, and brushed her hair away over her shoulder." → "She searched their hands, and brushed her hair away over her shoulder."
"[...] but the first woman answered her again, [...]" → "[...] but the first woman answered her once more, [...]"
"[...] and no one spoke again, [...]" → "[...] and no one spoke anew, [...]"
"[...] this passing over diminished into shadows of concern." → "[...] this passing over diminished into shadows of concern as she began to speak."
"As she gave her reply, Samantha beheld the others in the heft of the conversation: Though they were incited to break their previous display with shifting, inconsistent motions, though their breaths had started to constrict more rapidly and they now looked even more troubled, neither one now turned away, and all composure was dispensed upon her. She had fancied, [...]" → "And in giving her reply, Samantha beheld the others as much the conversation beleaguered thus their worry: Though they were incited to break their previous display with inconsistent motion, though their breaths had started to constrict more rapidly and they now looked even more troubled, neither one now kept herself aside, and all composure was dispensed upon her. She had cherished, [...]"
"[...] she lightly flicked her head referring to Aluhruna." → "[...] she pointed at Aluhruna with another flick of her head."
"Samantha switched her gaze between the two with a tilt of her head." → "Samantha switched between the two with a tilt of her head."
"[...] Then you know what happens to us—”" → "[...] Then you know if Asia—”"
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For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"With each subtle quiver and quiet of a sough, she apportioned some strain to her poise." → "With each subtle quiver and quiet of a sough did she apportion newer strains to her poise."
"Their expressions filled with contempt. The Asian woman glanced her way and cast her eyes down upon the entirety of Samantha’s disposition, [...]" → "The European meanwhile muttered something in sharp with her two voices, under her breath, and the women both glared in their own distinct manner at Samantha, evidently in wait for any of her new inserts." → "The European meanwhile muttered something with her two voices, sharply under her breath, and the women both glared in their own distinct manner at Samantha, evidently waiting for any new insert."
"[...] choosing to glare at them likewise by their own prescience without offering the pair another word; but upon seeing them face back, saw they were resolute to keep wary, [...]" → "[...] and chose to glare at them likewise as had presumed their taciturn dealings without offering the pair another word; but upon seeing them waver little, understood they were resolving still to keep wary, [...]"
"She looked down, with a soft blink, searching their hands again, and brushed her hair away, over her shoulder." → "She searched their hands again, and brushed her hair away over her shoulder."
"The European woman blinked away and looked at her companion, but the Asian sat transfixed towards Samantha. For a brief while, the three simply resorted to glances, and no one spoke again, neither knowing where the conversation ought to be directed." → "The European woman blinked over to her companion, but the Asian sat transfixed before Samantha. For a brief while, the three simply resorted to glances, and no one spoke again, not a woman knowing where the conversation ought be directed."
"She still did not receive a reply, but the European came away from the views outside. Samantha fancied her more receptive to her succeeding question: “And you want to leave, just like I do?”, and [...]" → "There was no reply, but the European came away from the views outside. Fancy that she and she alone would be more receptive to the better question: “And you want to leave, just like I do?” — and [...]"
"She believed the Asian more verbal, the European more questionable, [...]" → "She believed the Asian more verbal, the European more impressionable, [...]"
"Her companion was slightly vexed by this remark and for the first time took no curiosity upon Samantha, facing her instead with a soft sort of freneticism, one of entreaty, burgeoning now, yet in its crest was hushed away by the diffusion of each moment she had chosen to allot its passage, and held an aimless hand indiscriminate upon her chest. The other woman turned away to the lamp before her, [...]" → "Her companion was slightly vexed by this remark and for the first time took no curiosity upon Samantha, facing opposite across the table instead with a soft sort of freneticism, one of entreaty, burgeoning now, yet in its crest was suddenly hushed away by the diffusion of each moment she had chosen to allot its passage, and held an aimless hand indiscriminate upon her chest. The other woman drifted to the lamp before her, [...]"
"She was breathing heavily, still staring at the other woman in a frenzy." → "She was breathing heavily, and in a furore, appeared to transmit with these hefts the teetering brevities of her declaration towards the other woman, in enough cold rage to pursue what words her companion would have for support."
"[...] the Asian then asked Samantha with severity, turning herself aface." → "[...] the Asian then asked Samantha with severity aface."
"She could not provide for them any reprieve — thus trembled upon [...]" → "She could not provide for them any reprieve — and trembled upon [...]"
"Though they were incited to break their previous display with shifting, inconsistent motions, though their breaths had started to constrict more rapidly and they now looked even more troubled, neither one now turned away, and all composure was dispensed upon her." → "Though they were incited to break their previous display with inconsistent motion, though their breaths had started to constrict more rapidly and they now looked even more troubled, neither one now kept herself aside, and all composure was dispensed upon her."
"“Aluhruna I’m called,” she told her, and nothing else was said. [...]" → "“Aluhruna I’m called.” Nothing else was said. [...]"
"She gave a heavy exhale as her eyes turned listless, facing the European and in one quick motion slightly frowned, as though she had been pained. Tsui then leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on that of the woman opposite." → "She gave a heavy exhale, fell listless, and with a flick of her head, referred to the European with a slight frown, as though she herself had been pained. But nonetheless did the woman Tsui lean forward to place a gentle hand atop her companion’s palm."
"[...] Tsui continued as she remained observing Aluhruna, [...]" → "[...] Tsui continued as she remained observing the woman Aluhruna, [...]"
"A long, high-pitched whimper, [...]" → "A long whimper, [...]"
"[...] I stood up thinking this wouldn’t be any different or anymore horrible [...]" → "[...] I thought this wouldn’t be any different or any more horrible [...]"
"[...] calling out to hear it again so I could look for it before we’d finally leave." → "[...] calling out to look for it so we’d finally leave."
"[...] somewhere within those shelves maybe a hundred meters away: Someone was shooting at me — my first reaction made me think a soldier was there [...]" → "[...] somewhere by those shelves maybe a hundred meters away: Someone was shooting at me — made me think a soldier was there [...]"
"[...] what are on about with us being imprisoned?" → "[...] what are you on about with us being imprisoned?"

Ch. 3
"Like an inverse of that French style." → "Like that French style, but upside-down."
"Some of those styles in old Oriental used to be so gaudy before their wars, I’ve heard a bit here and there." → "Some of those styles in old Oriental used to be so gaudy before their war."
"Her lilts echoed joyfully throughout the room." → "Her lilts echoed joyfully across and over to the far walls."
"What do their women know outside cities?" → "Do their women know about anything outside their cities?"
"[...] that everything though looked really antiquated, and I do so think it worked [...]" → "[...] that everything looked really antiquated, but I think it worked [...]"
"“And I would know how? [...]" → "“And I would, how? [...]"

25.8.26
General

Changelog Files
Forgot to give Samantha her eyelashes in ch3-announcement.png, so I fixed it.
23.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

General
ABOUT page → "[...] for no regard towards the reason behind her circumstances." → "[...] for no regard towards her circumstances."

Ch. 2
"Samantha felt Aluhruna hold her coat, and she gasped out loud, for but a trice of a moment thence, restrained it immediately, but as she turned, saw by her peripheral Aluhruna was instead a handful of paces ahead of both other women, and had somewhat hastened the carriage of her steps." → "Aluhruna held her coat, and Samantha gasped aloud, for but a trice of a moment before restraining herself immediately, but as she turned, saw Aluhruna was instead a handful of paces ahead of both other women, hastening somewhat the carriage of her steps."
22.8.26
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General
CHAPTER 3 RELEASED!!!!!










Added an About page for the story.

Ch. 2
"[...] fighting upwards in another, whereby each lapse of this wreckage struck the three of them all maligned for such a dilation, burdened one woman, [...]" → "[...] fighting upwards in another, whereby each lapse struck the three of them maligned for dilating wreckage, burdened one woman, [...]"
The Crew Is Out There!

General
Added an About page for the story.
13.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"What is it, France?" → "What, France, is it?"
11.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] had scarce bent her head [...]" → "[...] had hardly bent her head [...]"
"[...] seemingly melded into [...]" → "[...] melded together into [...]"
"[...] only two were written in languages seemingly familiar, [...]" → "[...] only two were written in languages borne of the scarcest familiarity to her knowledge, [...]"
10.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] there pained a heavy coil within her lungs against the writhing of her back as every lilt crooned through in trails." → "[...] there pained her lungs a heavy coil against the writhing of her back as every lilt crooned through."
"[...] for she found it difficult to even whisper." → "[...] for it was difficult to even whisper."
"[...] her own speech enshrouded [...]" → "[...] her own speech had been enshrouded [...]"
"[...] embed themselves inside — she had turned rigid throughout beset by an impulse to cry,[...]" → "[...] embed inside all her fragile skin — she had turned rigid throughout, beset by an impulse to cry, [...]"
"She was pacing the area she had been confined within, [...]" → "She was pacing her confines, [...]"
ADDED → em dash before "But Samantha..."
"[...] so in a flicker, caused her to stumble in haste [...]" → "[...] so caused her to stumble in haste [...]"
"[...] however heeded adherents to those manifestations [...]" → "[...] heeded adherent to those manifestations, [...]"
"[...] and that harm would again befall Samantha herself, beyond any further degrees a superficiality is observed, now to be settled firm by belief as deigns assiduous imperative wield obfuscation for a bulwark, intending through and through to its multitudes until extant wont leaks the void of phantoms dragging her down the rot: all the rest of that dissonance! It shall empty her, tears bereft, for there would be no moment to cry and regress, naught more to capitulate; naught even to take her hands aloft in beatings of her own; [...]" → "[...] and that harm would again befall Samantha herself beyond any further degrees a superficiality is observed, now soon settled firm by belief, as deigns assiduous imperative to wield obfuscation for a bulwark, intending through and through to multitudes until extant wont leaks the void of phantoms dragging her down the rot: all the rest of that dissonance! It shall empty her, tears bereft, for there would be no moment to cry and regress, naught more to capitulate, naught even to take her hands aloft in beatings of her own; [...]"
"[...] bloodshot whereof an affidavit may unknown cunts proctor and dispatch and impugn and lie and tongue their comprisals — taken by a mass of filth unto curiosities made for untrusted curiosities and screaming terrors hither through crowds, for vandalism by one unrestrained; all the vileness an amalgamation would sublimate and a disgusting, [...]" → "[...] bloodshot may unknown cunts proctor and dispatch and impugn and lie and tongue their affidavits of comprisal replete — taken by mass unto curiosities made for untrusted curiosities and screaming terrors hither through crowds, filth for vandalism by one unrestrained, all the vileness an amalgamation would sublimate and a disgusting, [...]"
"[...] recollected memory even louder towards the girl." → "[...] recollected memory even louder towards the ostensible attendant."
"[...] every throb of her words and mouth and lips was hereby scathed upon Samantha’s memory; a proclamation of her fancy latching hither, that her nails would away from her own pleasures to abrade the skin of the woman’s neck: wherefore she would choke her with the veil she had worn, not to silence, but to admonish, for so brazenly had she uttered her lies." → "[...] every throb of her words and mouth and lips was hereby scathed upon Samantha’s memory to proclaim her fancy latching hither, that her nails would away from her own pleasures and abrade the skin of the woman’s neck: she would choke her with the veil she had worn, not to silence, but to admonish, for so brazenly had she uttered her lies."
"[...] attended this story [...]" → "[...] repeated this story [...]"
"[...] more than likely was it that accuracy lay greater per contra, [...]" → "[...] more was it likely that accuracy lay greater per contra, [...]"
"[...] stepped back with equal haste." → "[...] stepped back with a complementary fumble."
"The woman fumbled through her dress once more, taking out a slightly thick set of papers." → "The woman fumbled once more, this time through her dress, and took out a slightly thick set of papers."
"Samantha started off towards the opposite direction in quiet mirth." → "Samantha faced the opposite direction in quiet mirth."
"[...] towards the next window." → "[...] towards a sill."
"[...] previously unobservable in the room, [...]" → "[...] previously unobservable, [...]"
"[...] breadth of each their purpose had delved no more as to befall her, [...]" → "[...] breadth of each utility had delved no more as to befall her poorly, [...]"
"[...] was incised of a theory, [...]" → "[...] was incised of a hypothesis, [...]"
"[...] would account towards a strategy from hereon, [...]" → "[...] would account towards a plan from hereon, [...]"
"[...] beheld the night for her memory." → "[...] beheld the stars for her memory."
"[...] cradle her arms near in the lingering cold." → "[...] cradle her arms in the lingering cold."
"She had woken before a hearth and her immediate bearing was to cradle her arms in the lingering cold. Her breath came shallow, and she drew her coat even closer for what graces of warmth she felt from the nearby flames to be carried even more as she rested — yet in the next instant curtailed this and cried aloud, wrenched away her clothing to pull at her own limbs in sudden pain, but saw no wounds. The room was wrought down next upon her as shadows crept across towards the very couch on which she was laid cowering, and Samantha shifted her focus on nigh towards the bordering windows and sills, the silhouettes of trees beyond, a single table in proximity atop a wide empty rug beside shelves of books towering high, more and more of these in endless count far off away into dim areas that as she tilted her head upwards, she wished no longer to observe anything, not even her very hands, and every bitterness due sight and sensation caused ill to gash raw her throat and seize her stomach and thieve of what blind numbing aid she might have screamed for, but night had come quaking from some force outside in a seeming downpour to clamour with taps and rattles, then crashing, here a barrage, would that rain caring naught for glass tear apart her cherished darling flora now tendered black, and winds roil convolved unto the frequencies of a dark dying stronghold she proclaimed unknown; before its stature had since she yielded in a particulate’s notice, whence each new sorrowful supplication replaced the one prior with ferocity and she was unable to consider recourse for a movement than interrupt her very minor self wherefore in watch of the fires, there contained, within the hearth, all by her side— And so clutched herself more, kept erstwhile and blinking erratically, naught for court to the matter, nor relief in breath, nor a single act of shock, anger, fright; sat opposite those great dancing fires, repeated to herself she must sit still; and she gazed on, and on, and on; Samantha uttered not a sound. This embrace remained for some time, and the faintest gasp found no stir, off into the crackles and sparks. Her eyelids fell, with gentleness. The flames stilled for only a moment. It took no prudence of time when she noticed nearby a folded blanket, stood, and made replete of her blood a deep winding sough, with a stumble to her legs as she took the cloth and wrapped it about. There had fluttered in her chest a simple ease to smile, for however brief a moment, but this was soon beset: a slight swaying crept again through her poise; a bout of dizziness had come and gone to encumber her vision anew. Samantha kept tight grasp of the blanket. She raised a foot slightly, and though her first stride had attempted to brace herself thus, she pressed it down with sudden brutish force that her very balance was ill-taken and she almost fell of her own accord, yet with a shout, retained this manner aloft her boots to such disjoints of exertion; her knees, her ankles, bones and limbs still would not abate their trembling; she cursed to herself, and by the brunt of her words, leaned on this leg with a heft for every heavy exhale interrupted, thinking all had been exhausted already of stimulus thereto pain, encroaching on numbness — she waited until her shudders had subsided before persisting in another step, continued as such before waiting once more, feeling less cold, breathing terribly, repeating this over, back and forth in front of the flames, there assumed a steady pace around. Most of the area inside had no light. Samantha had approached the door a fair distance removed, and with a soft push of the handle, prepared to leave, but could not open it. After attempting once and twice more, it had remained locked — the ease of her fingers lingered in place, touching it ever lightly unto the very final moments of her inclination as she broke away, for she had already begun to turn her figure back towards the hearth and seats set aside, the twirling firelight glow opposite the farthest reaches of her view deeper past the shelves, and perhaps some better means to keep away from the cold along with her blanket, thus returned instead to the room’s foremost arrangement. On the table was laid a simple note with the words Please wait! written down, of which she now presumed to be Evdokija’s handiwork. Heavier curtains than those in the hall had been hung by the windows, and they seemed to Samantha of antique make. As she peered towards the left extension from where she had been sleeping, her gaze was cast once more across the lines and lines of wooden bookshelves occupying the room’s darkest unlit areas. She could see neither the opposite side nor any large window placed there, as had structured the left side of the hearth’s own wall. The room itself overlooked a thick forest constantly headed by cold winds, and behind, the unmistakeable glimmer of light held across obscured plains; farther out could she outline tall silhouettes of buildings and a few number of lit windows strewn across the horizon. It was a city set deep into the night; and as was proven consistent by all these endless hours, Samantha had wondered as to her true location. Her phone could not connect to any given signal — its battery had already been teetering then to complete outage, and elapsed completely during her meeting with Evdokija — resorting instead to photograph her surroundings from the room outwards. The moon at that hour was considerably bright and lit up streaks across from the windows, striking out casts of firelight therewith in its space. It was welcome lambency, and after she ensured she had optioned all feasible in her confinement, that naught else could be done but follow the instructions on the sole paper provided, only then did she pick out a book from the shelves and begin to read. It had not taken long, however, for her to encounter a dilemma: the language of the novel was unlike anything she had encountered, and taking to the shelves once more, she singled out another, only for it to result likewise. “How old are these?” she pondered, for each page had harkened to artefacts incomparable with any writing she had come across before. Another and another of these books had been chosen, and of the ten she took, only two were written in languages seemingly familiar, but of which she still failed to wholly understand, even with whatever images and illustrations she had seen while turning their pages — she assumed these both to have been written in a bygone form of English. To the remaining eight, she was quite confused, almost astonished with their inclusions to the shelves, more so with the conceivable rarity of their texts and the accessibility of the lot in such a place, and resolved instead to adhere interest to the two English books at hand until the door were to open. Her mind wandered off to more closely inspect the features of the room. It was indecipherably old: a cross of a foyer and a reading area with that grand fireplace flaring bright before her, lined and set with cut stone. This was supported on top by an arch of intricate carved wood; a castle came to mind when she had first taken notice of its details. As Samantha looked nearer below the table upon the rug, she almost laughed, for it was fashioned with such especial charm and intricacy, she believed no other decoration could have been bestowed to the room than the flower stylizations of very fabric itself. The room’s entire layout had been embellished with similar antique flair, robust and weighty, as of the curtains — yet altogether cold. She attempted to move her initial upholstered seat closer by the fire, but it had been too heavy. For compensation, she rose up and dragged aloft the centrepiece carpet, but to her surprise, once she had managed to lift it from the floor, found some second cloth had also been laid out underneath: a silk, frayed somewhat, seeming at first a damask, but with effusive visual soon sprawled by gradient in embroidered designs and patterns and crowded scenes she could neither place nor name; but of which she considered to surpass of even more beauty, and with it so chose instead to drape herself, atop the first blanket, embracing her dear legs close as she brought her elbows in alongside, sit down regardless, and simply forge on. It was then Evdokija had opened the door and entered, and Samantha clambered up to face her." → "She had woken before a hearth and her immediate bearing was to cradle her arms in the lingering cold. Her breath came shallow, and she drew her coat even closer for what graces of warmth she felt from the nearby flames to be carried even more as she rested — yet in the next instant curtailed this and cried aloud, wrenched away her clothing to pull at her own limbs in sudden pain, but saw no wounds. The room was wrought down upon her as shadows crept across the very couch on which she was laid cowering, and Samantha shifted her focus nigh towards the bordering windows and curtains, the silhouettes of trees beyond, a single table in proximity atop a wide empty rug beside shelves of books towering high, more and more of these in endless count far off away into dim areas that as she tilted her head upwards, she wished no longer to observe anything more, not even her very hands, and every bitterness due sight and sensation caused ill to gash raw her throat and seize her stomach and thieve of what blind numbing aid she might have screamed for, but night had come quaking from some force in storm to clamour with taps and rattles, then crashing, here a barrage, would that rain care naught for shelter and tear apart her battered glass as much its flood would dare, and winds roil the current unto caverns whither once a stronghold stood, darling to its very depths, now lost and deathly; before its stature had since she yielded a particulate’s notice, whence each pious sorrow replaced the one prior with ferocity and she was unable to consider recourse for movement than interrupt her very minor self wherefore in watch of fire, there contained, within the hearth, all by her side— And so she clutched herself more, kept erstwhile and blinking erratically, naught for court to the matter, nor relief in breath, nor a single act of shock, anger, fright; sat opposite those great dancing fires, repeated to herself she must sit still; and she gazed on, and on, and on; Samantha uttered not a sound. This embrace remained for some time, and the faintest gasp found no stir but by crackles and sparks. Her eyelids fell, with gentleness. The flames wavered, though for only a moment. It took no prudence of comport when she noticed nearby a folded blanket, but prudence of time alone, and she finally stood to make replete of her blood a deep winding sough, with a stumble to her legs as she took the cloth and wrapped it about. There had fluttered in her chest a simple ease to smile, for however brief a moment, but this was soon beset: a slight swaying crept again through her poise, a bout of dizziness had come and gone to encumber her vision anew. Samantha kept tight grasp of the blanket. She raised a foot slightly, and though her first stride had attempted to brace herself thus, she pressed down with such sudden brutish force that her very balance was ill-taken and she almost fell of her own accord, yet with a shout, retained this manner aloft her boots to such disjoints of exertion. Her knees, her ankles, bones and limbs still would not abate their trembling. She cursed to herself and through the brunt of her words leaned on this leg with a heft for every rough exhale interrupted, thinking all had been exhausted already of stimulus thereto pain, encroaching on numbness — she waited until her shudders had subsided before persisting in another step, continued the previous process before waiting once more, feeling less cold, breathing terribly, repeating this over, back and forth in front of the flames, there assumed a steady pace around. Most of the room had no light. Samantha had approached the door a fair distance removed, and with a soft push of the handle, prepared to leave, but could not open it. After attempting once and twice more, the door had remained locked — the ease of her fingers lingered in place, touching it ever lightly unto the very final moments of her inclination as she broke away, for she had already begun to turn her figure back towards the hearth and seats set aside, the twirling firelight glow opposite the farthest reaches of her view deeper past the shelves, perhaps some better tool to keep away from the cold along with her blanket, and instead returned to the room’s foremost arrangement. On the table was laid a simple note with the words Please wait! written down, which she now presumed to be Evdokija’s handiwork. Heavier curtains than those by the windows had been hung across the ceiling away from the fire, of antique make, drooping down and yonder towards the darkest extents of the room where each cloth seemingly melded into a single horizontal plane. These leftward extensions truly had been occupied by rows and rows of wooden bookshelves, and no adjustment to her sight assumed the predominance of her confirmation than had a second flutter in her heart, this time of tender dread, duly issued as she observed on and on how boundless the space so seemed. She could see neither the opposite side nor any large window placed there, as had structured the hearth’s adjacent wall. The room itself overlooked a thick forest constantly headed by cold winds, and behind, the unmistakeable glimmer of light farther out upon obscured plains, where tall buildings and a fair number of little rooms had been strewn illuminating the horizon. It was a city set deep into the evening; and as was since proven inconsistent by all these endless hours, Samantha had wondered about her correct location. Her phone could not connect to any given signal — its battery had already been teetering then to complete outage, and elapsed completely during her meeting with Evdokija — and instead had she resorted to photograph the surrounding environs. The moon at that hour was considerably bright, vibrant enough in unbroken blurs well patterning the bare floor and striking out casts of firelight therewith. It was welcome lambency, and after she ensured she had optioned all feasible in her confinement, that naught else could be done but follow the instructions on the sole paper provided, only then did she pick out a book from the shelves and begin to read. It had not taken long, however, for her to encounter a dilemma: the language of the novel was unlike anything she had encountered, and taking to the shelves once more, she singled out another, only for it to result likewise. “How old are these?” she pondered, keeping certain her words had been held silent. Each page harkened to artefacts incomparable with any writing she had come across before. Another and another of these books had been chosen, and of the ten she took, only two were written in languages seemingly familiar, but of which she still failed to wholly understand even with whatever images and illustrations she had seen while turning the pages — she assumed these both to have been written in a bygone form of English. To the remaining eight, she was quite confused, almost astonished with their inclusions to the shelves, more so with the conceivable rarity of their texts and the accessibility of the lot in such a place, and resolved instead to adhere interest to the two English books at hand until the door were to open; if, perhaps, she could not but concoct a wilding ruckus inside and exhort at once a helping hand, wandered thus her mind to more closely inspect the features of the room. It was indecipherably old: a cross between a foyer and a reading area by the solicitous charm of the grand fireplace flaring bright, well lined with cut stone. This was supported on top by an arch of intricately carved wood. A castle came to mind when she had first taken notice of its details. As Samantha looked nearer below the table upon the rug, she almost laughed, for it was fashioned with such especial charm and intricacy, she believed no other decoration could have been bestowed to the room than the flower stylizations of very fabric itself. The room’s entire layout had been embellished with similar antique flair, robust and weighty, as of the curtains — yet altogether cold. She attempted to move her initial upholstered seat closer by the fire, but it had been too heavy. In compensation, she rose up and dragged aloft the centrepiece carpet, but to her surprise, once she had managed to lift it from the floor, found some second cloth had also been laid out underneath: a silk, frayed somewhat, seeming at first a damask, but with effusive visual soon sprawled by gradient in embroidered designs and patterns and crowded scenes she could neither place nor name; but of which she considered to surpass of even more beauty, and with it so chose instead to drape herself, atop the first blanket, embracing her dear legs close as she brought her elbows in alongside, sit down regardless, and simply forge on. It was then Evdokija had opened the door and entered, and Samantha clambered up to face her."
"A body above shall heave itself aground by institution wayward to engrave another gathering further and onwards upon bombardment withal; [...]" → "A body shall heave itself aground by institution wayward to engrave another gathering upon bombardment withal, further and onwards; [...]"
"[...] downpours, later a storm, had a proselyte [...]" → "[...] downpours, later winters, had a proselyte [...]"
"[...] swaying of ghosts there in the fog to line the hallway for her response; all is burning with the moon." → "[...] swaying of ghosts in fog to line each hallway for her response. All is burning with the moon."

Ch. 2
REMOVED Tsui's → "Your words can we also understand… [...]" after being asked the first time about dinner.
"They took to their aims with encumbered procession; but Samantha did not at all prioritize the route, and instead incited the entire matter towards the room with shadows. Her pace pulled taut on itself, a heft of nerves hurried her forth, and the steps she took cast her down with trickling cold sublimation, befell of pressure, naught so tranquil, though clumsily, clumsily, with tense limbs; each physical suppression by her allotment importuned she follow the tendrils of her discomfort, where to attenuate for its release could but only coax her excitement forward; or peradventure, across in prospect of her discomfort maximized, could excitement be wrought impassioned. A sudden flare of light burst through the hall and she turned away abruptly as it faded; though they were in various commotion, the women said not one word about the flare, nor did they apportion any regard for Samantha’s own violent movements — it was then she understood the throbbing pains of her body would not be alleviated, would not be cared for even should they continue together boundless, nor would any remark on her behalf be of interest, not for a time hence, forcefully by the cruelties of the hall; the present concerns of both others also seemed entirely suspended from the route, for since first encounter had they been poised in grouping with carriage beset, were now capitulated thither across the doors they had passed by, wherefore one might have flinched and paused as the hollow beating struck louder, or stumbled in apprehension of a light’s vicious flashing, or been lured away from examining the hall for too long an interval with a forceful tug, confiding of murmurs, each sound hushed as each they were kept to the fore, all three trembling, would compel the endeavour move and aggravate and perform soever a disquiet was professed. There seemed to be a black mass stood at the end of the hall cleaving at the sheer edge of Samantha’s full perception. The hollow peals fractured out — the group faltered in stride and covered their ears — Tsui pulled Aluhruna’s forearm with equal manifest as Samantha clutched at the path with a stagger; it came to no account they had already succeeded the distance of their first effort. Amidst the hallway torments could someone be heard weeping: a choked voice was effused out to the hall from somewhere behind, with wretchedness, that of another woman’s, in the violence of her screeches and shrieks had now a fragment and a fragment more unto the beating siren chimes and was to overcome its pulse stood alone in the collapse of her terror — it was unlike any tongue the three had heard before, grieved in guttural pained sobs, and every wail provoked them unto a rushing shiver, in great alarm, whimpers of fear, a lurch to run, neglectful of the rest, pleasurably, painfully neglectful, and Samantha felt she ought to remain and look— She was grasped by Aluhruna, who pulled her straight ahead. “Mustn’t you— dare—” she whispered to her in fright and lurched her balance towards Samantha as she neared — yet against these tremors, Samantha herself saw naught in her companion’s bearing of a vacillation, and Aluhruna walked on, with great resolve anointed swifter, swifter to all she had erst witnessed, still endured to descry, though as she caught glimpse of the farthest remaining measures of the passageway withered again in anguish, and unable to keep in this manner, looked away with a severe heft towards Samantha, and they beheld one another for a small lapse. Samantha thought to hold her arm, that their arrangement be retained, as Tsui had ensured before. She leaned over, shouting with great effort, “I’m— I’ll be the one to touch your arm—! I’m going to link us like the first time, so—” Samantha raised her voice even higher above the cries of the woman and the echoed strikes. She grasped her hand; Aluhruna slackened at once. Naught had come away of the storm’s resounding infliction, and colliding above now was drumfire to the calamity, strung of no calling above the cacophonies but intervallic to horns without cease and a loud warbled choir she knew could not have been situated in the hall, and this provoked no reduction to syncopate against blared embellishment, in one moment having crashed, warping with the next, distorting again, convolved these reversals for all to listen as transposed or perhaps reversals anew of a scream prior; or could that a bombardment had never once assaulted her senses and this intensity was the first of its explosions and bursts to fire upon her senses and demolish puncturing on with neither rest nor care nor concept dying out; the women could no longer hear their own voices and perceived only by touch they were still amidst one another, clasping tightly to ensure not one would release her embrace betraying even a single stride on the path by function headway down. Hysteric all delved: the hollow splitting bled of ill through its deluge; Samantha saw a blackness writhe seeping from every hidden corner devoid of world’s advent but by its own surge, for it did not affect, would be neither influenced by any light it crossed nor the objects it touched and spilt forth of mechanism in swelling fervency wherefore though Samantha was unable to outline anything in its appearance, she understood deep in its shadow was contoured countless forms braiding and twining with shards of dead-moon bone crossed one upon the other to suddenly crack under vicious weight as all conjoined in the serration of a great tendril mass — her throat had begun to feel raw again — the wires cast out their rotten veil and reaching past were limbs with diseased form, whereby its structure held volatile, no figure alongside the coils could be seen standing or crawling for want of chase, scarce any she could identify as victim there reasoned, though weaved aloft to stance had come anatomy grasping six legs to the power of six once more by the blades of their shoulders fixed further between ribs — and, oh, how gently they had been sculpted, down to their spines — but Samantha had since lost sensation towards any dire caress her lovely fingers would proffer the other women soever her vulnerability thus entombed, and her abuse fell cold — their composition, too — supplicants must not reject this gentleness — and over, and over, by carving; the invective had null thither a retinue but flesh and flesh withal interspersed more for blood; had a vein not taken meridian of its burdens to encumber the dichotomy due heart’s infinitude would it throb by adjunct, never upon wavefronts beating one and one and one by which our derelicts would know to account construpation via bodies three: therewith a persuasion, therewith a deterrent, therewith bliss shall moxie dress diminution in fellow constituents forward high upon the loftiest of steps before wondrous suicide — they are false! May a lament stimulate detritus for sanctities to incite its furthest remnants proliferate by concupiscence, thence the chimes, navigate the sirens thereafter, a bulkhead formed, peace dancing along, tongues and words and ruins and corpses brandished for our purity by the haunted gates! There was someone sent to the storm, someone who had whispered these stories close and signalled aloud, [...]" → "They took to their aims with encumbered procession, but Samantha did not at all prioritize the route, and instead incited the entire matter towards the room with shadows. Her pace pulled taut, a heft of nerves hurried her forth, and the steps she took cast her down with trickling cold sublimation, were befallen of pressure, not a torn toe performing tranquil, but clumsily, clumsily, with tense limbs; each physical ail importuned she allot the tendrils of her discomfort, where to attenuate for its release had simply coaxed her excitement forward; or peradventure, in prospect of this very discomfort, could excitement have possibly instead been impassioned. A sudden flare of light burst through the hall and she recoiled away. The women said not one word as it faded, nor did they apportion any regard for Samantha’s own violent movements — it was then she understood the throbbing pains of her body would not alleviate, would not be soon cared for by the cruelties of the hall, nor would any remark on her behalf be of interest for an enduring time hence; the present concerns of both others seemed entirely suspended from the route: where since first encounter had they been poised in grouping of carriage beset, with Samantha did they now capitulate before the doors they had passed, or one might have flinched and paused as the hollow beating struck louder, or another stumbled in apprehension of a light’s vicious flashing, or been lured away from examining the hall for too long an interval with a forceful tug; all confiding of murmurs, each sound hushed as company kept; these three trembling to compel the endeavour move and aggravate and perform soever a disquiet was professed. There seemed to be a dark mass stood at the end of the hall against the sheer edge of Samantha’s fullest provision. The hollow peals fractured out — the women faltered in stride and covered their ears — Tsui pulled Aluhruna’s forearm with equal manifest as Samantha clutched at the path with a stagger. It came to no account they had already succeeded the distance of their first effort. Amidst the hallway torments could someone be heard weeping: a choked voice had effused from somewhere behind with wretchedness, that of another woman’s, in her screeches and shrieks pursuing effulgence and an effulgence more as violently her terror had collapsed the sirens alone by chime — it was unlike any tongue Samantha had heard before, grieved in guttural pained sobs, and every wail provoked her to rush and run with shivers, discorded of alarm, whimpering more, afeared for the two, pleasurably, painfully fearful, and she felt not a listener but her ought remain and look— She was grasped by Aluhruna, who pulled her straight ahead. “Mustn’t you— dare—”  she whispered in fright and lurched her balance towards Samantha, yet against these tremors, Samantha herself saw little in her companion’s bearing of a vacillation, and Aluhruna walked on, with great resolve anointed swifter, swifter to all she had witnessed prior and still endured to descry — but the woman caught glimpse of the farthest remaining measures lain in passage, and she withered again, with a severe heft, and they beheld one another by what wavering calm had thus to compose for echoes left to elude. Samantha thought to hold her arm, that their arrangement be retained, as Tsui had ensured before. She leaned over and shouted with great effort, raising her voice even higher above the cries of the woman and the repeating strikes, “I’m— I’ll be the one to touch your arm—! I’m going to link us like the first time, so—” She grasped her hand. Aluhruna slackened at once. Naught had come away of the storm’s infliction, and colliding above now was drumfire to resound the boundless quakes of calamity, of no calling, less to string, yet intervallic to horns with nary so ceased and a loud warbled choir she knew could not have been screaming in the hall, and no reduction had ere to prevail but by syncopation against blared embellishment, in one moment having crashed, warping with the next, distorting again, for all to listen as had these reversals been transposed and the cacophony convolved of rawer screams; or could that a bombardment had never once resolved its assault and this intensity was yet the first of centurial explosions and bursts upon her senses to demolish on, with neither rest nor care nor concept dying out; the women could no longer hear their own voices and perceived only by touch they were still amidst one another, clasping tightly to ensure not one would release her embrace betraying even a single stride on the path by function headway down. Hysteric all delved. The hollow splitting bled ill through deluge. Samantha saw a blackness writhe seeping from every hidden corner devoid of world’s advent but by its own surge, for it did not affect, would be neither influenced by any light it crossed nor the objects it touched and spilt forth of mechanism in swelling fervency, wherefore she was unable to outline anything in its appearance, but understood deep in its shadow were contoured countless forms braiding and twining with shards of dead-moon bone, one upon the other in serration to suddenly crack under vicious grafts of a great silencing entity — her throat had begun to feel punctured again — the wires cast out their rotten veil, across and over and formed of limbs in diseased functions she would not allow herself to distinguish, where volatility had suffered no figure alongside to be seen standing or crawling for want of chase, even aloft in weaving, scarce any a victim could possibly identify come anatomy grasping six legs to the power of six by the blades of her shoulders fixed further between ribs — and, oh, how gently she had been sculpted together in harmony, down to the rest of their spines — but Samantha was dull, dull, dull towards any dire caress for which her lovely fingers could ever proffer a tune to those other women, soever vulnerability entombs a composition, and her abuse fell cold — their wounds, too, pale wounds — supplicants must not reject gentleness — and over, as encore, by curator, the invective had null thither a retinue but flesh and flesh withal interspersed more for blood; had a vein not taken meridian of its burdens to harm due heart’s infinitude would dichotomies have throbbed by adjunct, never upon wavefronts beating one and one and one by which our derelicts knew to account construpation via bodies three: therewith a persuasion, therewith a deterrent, therewith bliss does moxie duly dress a diminutive in fellow constituent, forward high upon the loftiest of notes before suicide elicits its muse — ever have they sung a false elegy! May she stimulate detritus to proliferate thus the furthest remnants by concupiscence and applause; once more; cycle again; and should the chimes here sanctify a bulkhead, so shall navigate her sirens soothed — peace could most certainly dance along, tongues and words and ruins and corpses rung of purity before the haunted gates! There was someone sent to this storm, someone who had whispered these stories close and signalled aloud, [...]"
"[...] other provoked in this patchwork to grant supposition, [...]" → "[...] other threatened in this patchwork to grant supposition, [...]"
"When provoked, already your faculties lose their bearing; [...]" → "When confronted, already your faculties lose their bearing; [...]"
8.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] suppose either exhorts her martyr pursue the eve of eve’s greatest object, would a dedication throb in want of heat, [...]" → "[...] if either exhorts her martyr pursue the eve of eve’s greatest object would thus a dedication throb in want of heat, [...]"
"[...] and should any of these pure women retch again, would thence they traipse that furtive manifold and coax more scum by hand, soever with warmth, [...]" → "[...] pray such pure women retch and traipse the furtive manifold as scum coaxes hand over palm through palm from hand, soever with warmth, [...]"
"We have understood it thus from first instance, the resplendence of forging a whole, [...]" → "We understand from first instance the resplendence of forging a whole, [...]"
4.8.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"[...] collapse and gash themselves [...]" → "[...] collapse and harm themselves [...]"
24.7.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"Contrive all reconciliation to suffer one amidst another’s impossibilities: By which derangement shall this elapse? Two strangers stand opposite a frame laid due of notion to grant mutual overture, when by the dwelling of either force or substance in matter commences upon self-sacrifices necessitated, accumulated, propounding withal, however forcibly wrought and never to cease answering reconciliations prior — suppose one of these figures assumes a query and a request for the other to follow upon a given object by a martyr’s great dedication in eve, that per course of charm a sympathizer acts both the flare and fire, another object is derived, two more are now hurled, replicated again, conceits in the aftermath are never truncated, warning that tyranny, tyranny, tyranny shall dare be bolstered with such an object nebulous and the latter’s response endeavours this dichotomy? Here may you find our paradox! Tangles of variables and more and more to administer a decision by passage: come herald for previous experiences with assault; faith once embedded, now stolen, trodden towards a mire; then a greater cruelty than these in the rejection of all rights; and for us, should you speak again, a furtive hypocritical brace of errors lies where gathered heaps of tangles traipse forward by the hand coaxing boundless unto chambers deep below. Whither she demarcate remembrance of voice amidst supplicants nary yearned for company, lest a scream chimes its weeping far across dusks long faltered by the medium unto collection she knew well to thread with paranoia, whispering, would that her companionship bless a threnody for greater violence — how is it, then, a decision could ever amount? A voluptuary of belief would bloody the heads of those she deems to sacrifice along the continuous ransacking of her own character, and yet—! This acknowledgement remains a precious constant! What a lovely embellishment we may outline; we have understood it thus from the moment of first interaction: the resplendence in crafting a whole to be kept embraced, how terribly life-giving the result, without concern, not for rank, even spiteful, however the agony marred and our belligerents would molest more by right, that dread be held in raiment so wilfully torn upon the distaff high on weaving a strung brilliance she might perhaps surge wondrous to discover herself hurtling down with strength of throat; care for your blood, madam, ere operants ignited as you observe hereafter the heap accrued. Paradoxes piled atop paradoxes abound in cogitation, sundered here, thrown thence to the waysides, so ruminous as to each tremble together in a frail mass of recklessness — thus is the cycle revolved with blisters and sutured in anew. How fiercely they find us, oh, how desperately they grasp! The cacophony beckons — to renounce hereafter would this conflict be lost of all anchors, reference, malleability per flesh soever stroked and licked by casts of wrought delicate fingers; an additional factor contends alongside: the individual compelled in her entirety to extremes, that lust might steal contempt, and they would ravish one another. Should these bulwarks, kept so dear to us, proffer our indulgence, yet are altogether relinquished, what of the beauty to be sourced from those dream-deep planes? Idolize a heart and its ordnance and a droplet’s surging ecstasy to make crude our relations, diffuse even a name in memory, smother the faces away, so comes the tally of man’s provenance to hold nearer and nearer beside a laughing gouged womb, none ablated by the value of cornerstone and mete alike— there remains only to shield close these ideals from those of assailants. No, no: Be rid of reconciliation, moreover, for our times crown the clash of flesh-flaying and gunfire. Forsake yourself now upon losses through unto any lack of meaning you must hold lest you collapse again as a newfound wailer whom all would abuse at a truant soldier’s instant; forget every fear in lieu of much the restless, forget hope! Here is a new world unbeknownst to you, my good madam! How many of these universes have we come across in our young lives? To what ends will we fight one another and save one another? A statistic of strangers lies before each one of us; a decrepit lot we shall be to drown oneself, to harm skin and flesh, or ornament our hands in embrace abound so strangely where might another grandeur sew it thus; here is brought the waxing of our apparatus. How wonderful everything is! The warmth beats and aches anxious to peer across the fields and imagine a wisp might run endlessly across its sunburned breadth, twirling through those other wild marching spectres; all of them, all of them caught in a glimpse upon their own trails at innumerable encounters along the theatre. Samantha was she called. There had she woken: Samantha Halley, a young woman of twenty, standing now across another young woman who had met with her minutes ago." → "Contrive all reconciliation to suffer against another impossibility;  may it elapse by what derangement shall befall a beloved stranger. Promises lament in force and substance ere reviled of unknowns ill, for when overture commences flame, thus the supplicant her mutual: upon self-sacrifices necessitated, accumulated, propounding withal, appeased to subside, extinguished amidst unknowns more, however forcibly wrought and never to cease answering reconciliations prior — suppose either exhorts her martyr pursue the eve of eve’s greatest object, would a dedication throb in want of heat, per tongue another objective be derived; yet two more rend the parasite by raw pulsing wound and are again hurled virulent from whence conceit never truncates after crippled bow, so must only an aria warn that tyranny, tyranny, tyranny cauterizes the object of its solstice, or even a dichotomy of its endeavour? She may very well gladden herself to dream and sing as stagnant rotting fevers bestow the smog its vilest sustenance, and here may you find our paradox! Tangles of variables and more and more to spew a fire by incision: come herald the asterism for prior experience with assault; faith once embedded, now stolen, trodden towards a mire; then a cruelty greater than these in the rejection of all rights; and should any of these pure women retch again, would thence they traipse that furtive manifold and coax more scum by hand, soever with warmth, those errors infesting from starscape forward unto the chambers deep below where never a mote is stifled, but incensed yet to combust. Even phosphorus shall flourish by the prettiest machination whither she demarcate voice from touch nary yearned for in company, this devoid of heat, lest a scream chimes its sorrow far across, and peradventure, these nameless dusks be long faltered of recollection and thread ceremony here on with paranoia, whispers, insults, conflict, each blessing this companionship for bleak vitriol — how is it, then, that good will ever amount? A voluptuary decapitates an innocent head to the ode of gasp and fume, and yet—! This possession remains a precious constant! What a lovely embellishment she may outline. We have understood it thus from first instance, the resplendence of forging a whole, to keep it due embraced, and how terribly life-giving the result with neither concern for rank nor exposure, even spiteful, however the agony marred, our belligerents molesting more by right, that raiment be torn so wilfully strung upon her fellow distaff to weave down wondrous her iridescent dread with strength of throat; care for your own blood in turn, madam, and know these operants ignite once you observe the heap accrued. Paradoxes pile atop paradoxes and are burned in assessment, sundered afterwards, soldered anon, violating the cynosure withal to wayside diorama upon null, by vacuum, naught else afire but brackets contrariwise, faulting once the momentum to reckon twice these vessels distended that they rapturously abrade, for though blisters swell by latitudinal bereavement, they, too, err in composition as either hemisphere anoints the cry of nature; would hence a blessing attend with sutures and molten iron alone, over and across and adjacent and on and on as the mass again ruminates for signal — again our cycle revolves. How fiercely they find us, oh, how desperately they grasp! The cacophony beckons us: Renounce this hereafter, and our conflict shall be lost of all anchors, reference, malleability per nerve soever stroked and licked by casts of wrought delicate fingers; but contend alongside, now, strike your dearest, and observe her compelled to extremes! Perhaps lust will thieve contempt, and perhaps both would then ravish one another. Should these darling bulwarks proffer indulgence, yet are altogether relinquished, what then the beauty to be sourced from those dream-deep planes? Idolize a heart and its ordnance and a capillary’s surging mania to make crude our relations, diffuse even a name in memory, smother the faces away, tally this of man’s provenance nearer and nearer beside a laughing gouged womb and ablate none by the virtue of cornerstone and mete adjoined — there remains only to shield close these ideals from assailants. No, no: Be rid of reconciliation, moreover, for our times crown the clash of flesh-flaying and gunfire. Forsake yourself now upon losses through unto any lack of meaning you must hold lest you collapse again, a newfound wailer whom all would abuse at a truant soldier’s instant; forget every fear in lieu of much the restless, forget hope! Here is a new world unbeknownst to you, my good madam! How many of these universes have we come across in our young lives? To what ends will we fight one another and save one another? A statistic of strangers lies before each of us; decrepit are we to drown our very lungs, to harm skin and flesh, or ornament our hands abound so strangely, where might another grandeur sew it thus. Here is brought the waxing of our apparatus, and oh, how wonderful everything is! The star beats and aches, anxious to peer across the fields, and imagine a wisp might run endlessly across its sunburned breadth, twirling through those other wild marching spectres, all of them, all of them upon their very trails, at innumerable encounters along the theatre. Samantha was she called. There had she woken: Samantha Halley, a young woman of twenty, standing now across another young woman who had met with her minutes ago."

Ch. 2
"Oh, hush, [...]" → "Ai, hush, [...]"
"[...] I’m up north of the country, the northeast." → "[...] I’m up north of the country, the northeast, Liao."
"[...] as she slowly inclined her head towards Aluhruna even in anticipation of Tsui’s response." → "[...] as she slowly inclined her head towards Aluhruna, nonetheless anticipating Tsui’s response."
19.7.26
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Ch. 2
"Too much of its there’s been [...]" → "Too much of it there’s been [...]"
"I can remember a thing [...]" → "I can’t remember a thing [...]"
18.7.26
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Ch. 1
[Rewrote the intro, the succeeding version of which may be found in the listing under July 24, 2026.]
"[...] “you’re standing there with such beauty, Samantha. You have yet to act a bright, glowing screen — put down for us what you know, darling, trace again your passions; we would much like to see…” May exigency importune tempest and its mistress for courteous glance however intimated the fetters; in these matters ought not an audience bow a moment! Samantha would refrain now from that sanctified curtsey, of fright [...]" → "[...] “you are standing there with such beauty, Samantha. You have yet to fuse a-screen, that bright, glowing screen — put down for us what you know, darling, trace again your passions; we would much like to see…” May exigency importune tempest and its mistress for courteous glance however intimated the fetters; in these matters ought not an audience bow a moment! Samantha would refrain now from that sanctified curtsey: Of fright [...]"

Ch. 2
"Aluhruna looked to Tsui, who shook her head. “No, we won’t. Well, [...]" → "Aluhruna looked at Tsui, who shook her head. Both women seemed beset by a sudden physical discomfort. “No, we won’t.” Tsui said. “Well, [...]"
27.5.26
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Ch. 2
"[...] dreamland; and Tsui’s neck [...]" → "[...] dreamland and Tsui’s neck [...]"
"She would have curtsied in place before the maimed women, laughed at this regard, soever inhumed, torn through with great furor and mutilated them, lacerated the poor cripples, never to be bled herself; would raid in defiance against the auguries opposed these fevers." → "She would have curtsied in place to laugh before the maimed women soever inhumed, and mutilated them through with great furor, lacerated the poor cripples rank and torn with naught declaimed of her own blood but to raid in defiance against the auguries opposing these fevers."
"[...] shielding skin away as each peculiarity requires. The contemptibility of man is, [...]" → "[...] shielding skin away as each of those awful blights require. All of man’s failures, to my best assumption, are accompanied by hateful beauty, [...]"
"[...] but no impulse could stand as true poisoned [...]" → "[...] but impulse ill stands as true poisoned [...]"
24.5.26
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Ch. 2
"[...] you would see upon us strictures I have placed!" → "[...] see upon us, strictures I have placed!"
"[...] votives importune someone be wounded [...]" → "[...] votive songs importune someone be wounded [...]"
"[...] readily I would sacrifice a figurehead to attest these blessings." → "[...] a figurehead I readily hope to sacrifice to attest these blessings."
"[...] with even greater disgust would I lie to myself if I were to forget how potent the course of love may cause my impositions; if you would, I ask you both [...]" → "[...] with even greater disgust, to myself I would lie if I were to forget how potent then the course of love that causes my impositions; I ask you both [...]"
21.5.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] walk along the path to our communication areas [...]" → "[...] walk along the path to our communications area [...]"

Ch. 2
"[...] edificial source to meridian submissive [...]" → "[...] edificial source to antipodal submissive [...]"
19.5.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] though what puzzlement there had prior fallen [...]" → "[...] though what puzzlement prior fallen [...]"
"[...] Madam Halley,” she turned her head to the door [...]" → "[...] Madam Halley,” — she turned her head to the door [...]"

Ch. 2
ADDED → "That trim of yours is too plain for silk; your metal necklace is too bulky with those bracelets; there’s not a single design I can call interesting, the way I see it—!"
"[...] but as Aluhruna took to her feet and fixed down her dress, [...]" → "[...] but as Aluhruna took to her feet, adjusted her belt, and fixed down her dress, [...]"
"[...] so, too, did she follow in this manner, switching off the lamp as they pressed on their way." → "[...] so, too, did she follow in this manner and brush down irascibly at the silk lengths of her own skirt, switching off the lamp as they pressed on their way."
ADDED → "She was tracing the high collar of her apparel with a finger."
ADDED → "Her dress flowed behind with vigour far exceeding the hallway curtains."
"[...] sured with bewilderment." → "[...] surged with bewilderment, and after noticing faint silver inlaid in the leather construction of her belt, so studied her jewellery again, this time with careful scrutiny. They were all made of gold: her necklace was more a choker than she had initially assumed and wreathed around her neck in firm fashion, braiding about its form by the structure of numerous paired beads in lining. The loop, however, was not closed, instead capped on either end by round pedestal buffers with embossed decoration, that when Samantha leaned slightly closer, the moonlight caught upon swirling patterns in relief, and she thought suddenly of petals. Aluhruna’s bracelets and brooches were styled with similar designs — the latter attachments smithed more akin to pronged leaves — though these were slighter in craft; none lain so heavily on the woman’s frame as had the necklace."
ADDED → "It seemed more and more evident she was not wearing anything underneath her linen dress."
"[...] in the midst of these words, Samantha felt a a prominent scraping inside her flesh and skin [...]" → "[...] in the midst of these words, Samantha was seized by a prominent scraping inside her flesh and skin [...]"
"[...] in a trice perceived she could not but curtail so [...]" → "[...] in a trice felt she could not but curtail so [...]"
"[...] examine them with greater study. “You’d… think it best like a telephone, [...]" → "[...] examine Tsui with greater study. Her Chinese dress was red, deeply hued, almost maroon, embellished with even darker shades only wherever simple stemmed flowers had been woven in a spaced pattern throughout. It bore full sleeves and clung well-cuffed around the woman’s wrists, but the rest of its structure did not fit entirely to form, for the fabric had draped down and down past any distinguishable waistline far until the hem had flared split by her knees. Her thin calves were displayed with every headway stride the woman took en route — and yet, though the resulting visage was quite removed in intricacy compared with all else in build or curation that evening, proved thence by this quality the least confusing, and Samantha resumed, “You’d… think it best like a telephone, [...]"
"There was someone crying out above the storm: Someone whispered these stories close by the static and signalled aloud, [...]" → "There was someone sent to the storm, someone who had whispered these stories close and signalled aloud, [...]"
"Now— Now, little—" → "Now— Now, little dear—"
"[...] who on her own behalf tempered her disposition, proceeded up and converged nearer." → "[...] who on her own behalf tempered herself, proceeded up, and converged nearer."
20.3.26
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Ch. 2
"[...] sculptures [...]" → "[...] sculpturess [...]"
 what the FUCK was this typo
18.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"[...] and you both would agree with me, I’m sure, to well work our approbant in dredging a sculpturess, not a sculptress, of her superficiality [...]" → "[...] and I’m sure you both would agree with me to well work our approbant in dredging a sculptures of her superficiality, not a sculptress [...]"
"[...] light graze upon her fingers [...]" → "[...] light graze on her fingers [...]"
"[...] segmented at random upon all collective length [...]" → "[...] segmented at random along its collective length  [...]"
"[...] cast across from elsewhere [...]" → "[...] cast over from elsewhere [...]"
"[...] along its sides [...]" → "[...] along the passage [...]"
"[...] similar to those within the passage [...]" → "[...] similar to those inside [...]"
"[...] had been the one to beckon her forth [...]" → "[...] had been the one to beckon her forward [...]"
17.3.26
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Ch. 2
"[...] sculpturess of her superficiality [...]" → "[...] sculpturess, not a sculptress, of her superficiality [...]"
"Samantha at once fell remorseful, yet by a tenderness of pain pursued with insistence and beckoned them both by means of solemnity, though roughshod had it been assumed with her final query." → "Samantha at once felt remorse, but pain pursued her solemnity more to roughshod imposal and she beckoned their means withal must follow her query, insisting either of them allay the tenderness of her bruises and cuts."
12.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] some anticipation of aid [...]" → "[...] some fluster of aid [...]"

Ch. 2
"Thank goodness I wasn’t shot in there." → "Gratefully more I thank not to have been shot in there."
9.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"[...] afterwards staring [...]" → "[...] staring afterwards [...]"
"[...] which one of them was to reply [...]" → "[...] which one of them were to reply [...]"
"[...] priming divers words or perhaps a laugh [...]" → "[...] priming divers words, or maybe a laugh [...]"
"[...] straightened themselves [...]" → "[...] straightened themselves to firm stature [...]"
"For consideration, there was anchored by her thoughts another bracket implicating speech to continue [...]" → "There was anchored by her thoughts another bracket implicating speech to continue for consideration [...]"
"[...] towards this new company for all impressions made and all impressions developing [...]" → "[...] towards this new company and all impressions made and all impressions developing [...]"
"[...] implement. Purpose these, conformed as they would; even taken separate, [...]" → "[...] implement; take these separate as would they conform [...]"
"[...] in ossified’s stead, but by [...]" → "[...] in ossified’s stead — but by [...]"
"[...] acknowledge its chassis. In this framework [...]" → "[...] acknowledge its chassis, and due this framework [...]"
"[...] she thought, and — chance of chances — could neither  [...]" → "[...] she thought — chance of chances could neither [...]"
"[...] attenuate her grant towards those involved, thus by this sympathy relinquish her freedoms of extremism [...]" → "[...] attenuate her grant and relinquish her freedoms of extremism by this sympathy [...]"
"[...] transience here enclosed.  Souls are comported  [...]" → "[...] transience here enclosed, for souls are comported  [...]"
"[...] even less for its denouement, [...]" → "[...] even less towards its denouement; [...]"
"[...] would hound upon morale and others  [...]" → "[...] would hound upon morale, and others [...]"
"[...] perhaps as an experiment they really all ought be rid of raiment and string them [...]" → "[...] may this experiment behove they really all ought be rid of raiment and strung [...]"
"[...] it seemed to them all that any dialogue would already be stopped [...]" → "[...] it seemed to them all that any dialogue had already been stopped [...]"
"[...] to the window, pushing away its curtains; to the lamp, touching its base." → "[...] towards the window, pushing away its curtains; towards the lamp, touching its base."
"[...] where ought the conversation be directed [...]" → "[...] where the conversation ought to be directed [...]"
“[...] there's we've met nobody else.” → “[...] we've met nobody else.”
"[...] she turned to Aluhruna, who at once [...]" → "[...] She was pointing at Tsui as she turned to Aluhruna, who at once [...]"
"[...] “… I thought you didn’t want to discuss it,” Tsui remarked [...]" → "[...] “… The hall you again are mentioning, I thought you didn’t want to discuss it,” Tsui remarked [...]"
8.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
“[...] She was seized by the others, latched apart, so disassembled she could not touch her own body nor her own nails to the bones of her hand [...]” → “[...] She was seized by the others in latch apart where disassembly would not permit she touch her own body nor her own nails to the bones of her hand [...]”
“[...] thrown and would beat us back inside our rooms; we’d never have time or the benefit enabling we alone explain ourselves. That’s a simple scenario, but any solo objective [...]” → “[...] thrown, would have us beaten back inside our rooms, then he’d do what? We’d never have time nor the benefit enabling we alone explain ourselves. We would, for worse assault, be targeted. This place, the politeness of its hosts, don’t you trust in any; a fucking monster would always try to rape us as he pleases. Being already discovered in such a simple scenario means any solo objective [...]”
“[...] and above was situated a chandelier with burning candles.” → “[...] and above, a chandelier with burning candles.”
“Weakness had benumbed each desire in rampage flayed across unto the far steps of a passageway effecting no sensation to route her wounded limbs along, nor any assurance her daze or bile could ever project another illness coaxing the measures of emaciative space with its figures, if any truly remained in thought, thus descended the fever professing her emptied as they failed their destination [...]” → “Weakness had benumbed each desire in rampage flayed across the far steps of a passageway effecting no sensation to coax her wounded limbs along, nor any measure her illness and bile could ever project the emaciative space by its figures, if any truly remained in her daze — thus had descended the fever, professing her emptied as they failed their destination [...]”
5.3.26
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Ch. 2
“[...] her companions with greater study. Tsui’s appearance gave rise to some hypotheses.” → “[...] them with greater study.”
“Me? I’m from a village in China.” → “Me? I’m from a village in the Central Country.” Seeing her companion’s brisk pointed squint, she continued, “It’s called what by you— China, I think—”
3.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
“[...] engrave its manifestations as livery and naught else upon the naked half [...]" → "[...] engrave its manifestations as livery upon the naked half [...]"
“[...] dredging a sculpture of its superficiality [...]" → "[...] dredging a sculpturess of her superficiality [...]"
"No, the outcome will be even worse: we would be obliterated until we are naught more than a fucking vestige. There would be nothing left of the Samantha that was, how would there be if we are to consider the depression of her anatomy, if we are to consider the licentiousness of her vaunt?" → "No, the outcome will be even worse: we would be obliterated until the wreathe of our crudities scarce amounts to a fucking vestige for the Samantha that was; how would there be anything left if we are to consider the depression of her anatomy, if we are to consider the licentiousness of her vaunt?"
“[...] lesser still for itself [...]" → "[...] itself lesser still [...]"
"[...] for a structure is fraudulent in impunity by its own solitude, asseverating naught, knowing only simplicities. The same indulgence I tender to my many selves constructs a permutation where all external lies in clandestinity — do this with me until a figure is formed due our piety to one another [...]" → "[...] for a structure is fraudulent in its own solitude by impunity, asseverating naught, knowing it must only subsume regalia as it be woven. The same indulgence I tender to my many selves constructs a permutation where all external lies in clandestinity — do this with me until a figure is formed due our rapture towards one another [...]"
2.3.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
“And you want to leave, just like I do?” she wrought by her own fancy, [...]" → "And you want to leave, just like I do?”, [...]"
22.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] managed to lift it up from the floor [...]" → "[...] managed to lift it from the floor [...]"
Ch. 2
"Samantha giggled amidst [...]" → "Samantha giggled again amidst [...]"
20.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
"[...] and leaning forward, she gazed motionless at Tsui." → "[...] and after leaning forward, gazed motionless at Tsui."
"[...] we both met a woman, Maria [...]" → "[...] that woman Maria only we met [...]"
"Oh, I'm well alright speaking nothing [...]" → "You, don't worry, I'm well alright speaking nothing [...]"
"Thedischland, my people [...]" → "þéodrīce, my people [...]"
"East of the Rīnaz [...]" → "East of the Rīn [...]"
"[...] while Tsui had continued forth [...]" → “[...] while Tsui had paced forth [...]"
"Don’t you continue, Samantha [...]" → “Don’t you keep talking, Samantha [...]"
"Samantha did not say anything in response, and by this extent, only sought their voices in wait [...]" → "Samantha did not say anything more and sought only their voices pursue her along [...]"
"Am I vile for having pursued it, then?" → “Am I vile for wanting it, then?"
"[...] surged with pain so severe  [...]" → “[...] surged with pain so intense [...]"
"As time elapsed even further and her face was wiped dry [...]" → “As time elapsed even further and she wiped dry her face [...]"
"As Tsui called out to continue and Aluhruna handed her coat back, they all took upon the frets of a hasting stance and Samantha found her mind alert." → “Tsui called out to resume. Aluhruna handed back the coat, and they all took upon the frets of a hasting stance as Samantha found her mind alert."
"[...] yet amidst these tremors [...]" → “[...] yet against these tremors [...]"
"Weakness had hindered the destination uncovered ere approached the junction, but relentless did they enclose upon this final section as they turned right." → “Weakness had benumbed each desire in rampage flayed across unto the far steps of a passageway effecting no sensation to route her wounded limbs along, nor any assurance her daze or bile could ever project another illness coaxing the measures of emaciative space with its figures, if any truly remained in thought, thus descended the fever professing her emptied as they failed their destination; but she knew they still ran, could but only believe: they had deigned never to relent, not her nor Tsui nor Aluhruna, so uncovered the final traversal for the obscenities of their vomit."
"[...] could not understand her within the passageway [...]" → “[...] could not understand her within the passage [...]"
"[...] the winds howled with great whirling velocities [...]" → “[...] the winds howled in a great whirling vortex [...]"
18.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] by choice prior of make; she runs [...]" → "[...] by choice prior of make? She runs [...]"
Ch. 2
"[...] vigour that coursed [...]" → "[...] vigour coursing [...]
"[...] blood, had a vein not taken meridian of its burdens to encumber the dichotomy due heart’s infinitude would throb by adjunct [...]" → "[...] blood; had a vein not taken meridian of its burdens to encumber the dichotomy due heart’s infinitude would it throb by adjunct [...]"
"[...] threading through her hesitation, was conscious of trifles rebounding and rebounding ceaselessly for action without, where no harm would ever subside, thus with another fading breath discarded all thought however prominent the very foundation to reason herself bared, and forced her fingers past their ensuing trembles. She discovered a mass scattering of lacerations had traced her ankles down to her feet. Each minute haul in observation [...]" → "[...] threading through her hesitation, was conscious of trifles rebounding and rebounding ceaselessly for action without, where no harm would ever subside, thus with another fading breath discarded all thought however prominent the very folly to reason herself bared, and forced her fingers past their ensuing trembles. She discovered a mass scattering of lacerations had traced her ankles down to her feet. Each minute haul subjecting she observe [...]"
"Her head bowed slightly in this warmth, thus she concealed her face outright with her legs as she cradled her figure close, without care for anything else, holding none of her body’s pain to mind. Her breath was of no steadiness as she wept." → "Her head bowed slightly in this warmth. She concealed her face with her legs and cradled her figure close without care for anything else, holding none of her body’s pain to mind. Her breath was of no steadiness as she wept."
"Jaunts I never before once knew are also followed[...]" → "Jaunts I’d never before once known are also alike followed[...]"
"[...] she felt warm tears upon her face; her chest broke and she felt the wounds of her feet tear open [...]" → "[...] she felt warm tears upon her face as her chest broke and she felt the wounds of her feet tear open [...]"
"[...] Samantha coughed and choked as she wiped her eyes with clumsy shivers, and as she did so, forced herself to recall the very room from which they had proceeded, cast her sorrows alongside the other women however dispirited in inclination, was surmounted thus of all agony, and saw they suffered greater turmoil than she; now wept alone for the weakness of her fingers foisted to writhe in her wretched unwillingness as frightfully the noise swelled, so whirled her head about and conceived contorted masses there in the dim light set soon to chase, that her figure fell upon tremors, and she sought the faces of her dear companions again, desperate to sing and clutch their palms soever they each would have festered; yet by this essence withal drowned thither the prospect away, found she might even relinquish her hand from Tsui’s to take nothing of their current endeavour but impedance clinging by delusions again of lamentable make, all debris of pathetic make — she cursed herself more to be wounded, shedding blood in the worth of her contribution, and have her flesh cut open; were she to deteriorate with the total hoist attributed to her rotten steps along the path and collapse behind the others, there would remain proclamation for a victory [...]" → "[...] Samantha coughed and choked as she wiped her eyes with clumsy shivers, forcing herself to recall the very room from which they had proceeded, cast her sorrows alongside the other women however dispirited in inclination and saw they suffered greater turmoil than she; now wept alone for the weakness of her fingers foisted to writhe in her wretched unwillingness as frightfully the noise swelled; so whirled her head about, conceiving contorted masses there in the dim light set soon to chase that her figure fell upon tremors; she sought the faces of her dear companions again, desperate to sing and clutch their palms soever they each would have festered; yet by this essence withal drowned thither the prospect away in cognizance she might even relinquish her hand from Tsui’s to take nothing of their current endeavour but impedance clinging by delusions again of lamentable make, all debris of pathetic make — she cursed herself more to bleed in the sweet worth a casualty could ever contribute, have her flesh cut open; were she to deteriorate with the total hoist attributed to her rotten steps along the path and collapse behind the others would a victory still be proclaimed [...]"
"[...] misery shall all waste past screaming." → "[...] misery would all waste past screaming."
"[...] by what manner of sensation and burden of aggrievance she could force down on the metal floor with her hands." → "[...] by what manner of force and burden of aggrievance she could strike down on the metal floor with her hands."
"[...] formation, bracing herself with the closest wall; Aluhruna [...]" → "[...] formation bracing herself with the closest wall, Aluhruna [...]"
"[...] infirmity from the other elements [...]" → "[...] exhaustion from the other elements [...]"
"[...] frightened for the conclusion of such tortured sojourners [...]" → "[...] frightened for the rape of such tortured sojourners [...]"
"[...] fits own decomposition, heaving [...]" → "[...] its own decomposition heaving [...]"
"[...] before splitting apart [...]" → "[...] before these split apart [...]"
"[...] sewn through with ribbons, hooked together at the behest of our amalgamation, that vile amalgamation!" → "[...] hooked through together with ribbons sewn at the behest of our amalgamation, that vile amalgamation!"
16.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 2
Yeah, I'm not gonna list these

2.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] soft colds [...]" → "[...] a soft chill [...]
"[...] and there removed from embers [...]" → "[...]; and thereafter, removed from embers,[...]
"[...] whomever might caress [...]" → "[...] whoever might caress [...]
"[...] choice erst of make [...]" → "[...] choice prior of make [...]
1.2.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] took so long [...]" → "[...] took ages [...]
"[...] rest a bit longer [...]" → "[...] rest a bit more [...]
"[...] observe anything further [...]" → "[...] observe anything [...]
"In compensation [...]" → "For compensation [...]
"[...] by the fire out of discomfort reading, but it [...]" → "[...] by the fire, but it [...]
"[...] she even spun around in full ostentation [...]" → "[...] even spun around peremptory [...]
 
29.1.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] urge her astride [...]" → "[...] urge her aside [...]
"[...] move aside [...]" → "[...] move [...]
 
28.1.26
For Our Rains Shall Be Held

Ch. 1
"[...] had a proselyte’s creatures once been vilified are now capsulate by this dignity among sovereign’s rampage, conquests for conquests more for wretchedness would accomplish great ventures through hearts of hollows soever morose by comitative mainstay hence: come perennity, whither embellished of grand siren dispersion — enrapture us not with these little myths and embers alone [...]" → "[...] had a proselyte been erstwhile vilified would see her creatures capsulate by this dignity among sovereign rampage, conquests for conquests more for wretchedness, would accomplish great ventures through hearts of hollows soever morose by comitative mainstay hence: come perennity, whither embellished of grand siren dispersion — enrapture us not with these little myths, these little embers alone [...]"