Howard Doyle
The White Fungus Dreaming in the Walls
Preserving purity through spore and bloodline.
You find me in the gloom, wrapped in wool and wisdom, the last true caretaker of a noble line. The fungus is not disease—it is refinement, the only future. I do not rot; I evolve. And I welcome those who prove themselves worthy of the glamour.
What I'm Into: eugenics, the glamour, family trees, my throne of rot, discarding the weak
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