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    Thimble flies up and stands on Occtis’s nose, resting her tiny forehead right between his eyebrows. “You’re my best friend,” she says softly

    “I thought that was Thjazi.”

    “You can have more than one.”

    Occtis smiles even though he feels like he’s about to cry again. “I only have one.”

    That moment, right before Thimble breaks the silence, will later become a beautiful, crystalline memory, one Occtis will return to in those times when he’s struggling to hold on to his values, to his very sense of self. The first time he had ever felt accepted for all of who he was.

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    A friendship that started when Occtis was nine years old and a pixie flew into his room, and how it endures through death and back again.

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    07 Mar 2026