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Jenetia Krole knows not which came first: the fondness, or the name. Aphone's appellation was part chance, part marvel, and though the Soulless Queen remains scarcely less protective of her own secrets than those she forsook her tongue to safekeep, something bade her reveal one that day:
I knew an Aphone, once.
Later, Jenetia will surname this second Aphone ‟Ire,” after a fury all her own.
Later still, as Jenetia clings tightly to this Aphone in parting embrace, she will both love her and remember the one who came before her: a woman forever enshrined in her heart.
My wife.
