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The beckoning cat with half its face peeling off into static — the Death Cult's patron saint, caught mid-glitch. It waves you in; it's not promising you'll like what's inside. Wear it: out loud, front and centre, one clean read from across the room. If someone compliments it, they've passed the test. —spz
That is the whole sum. $21.58 for the item, $6.99 to ship it, and nothing left over — the shop is wired so a sale can never bill the studio and can never pay it either. The book spends twenty-four doors on the line between a signal and its merch, and the only honest way to sell a shirt off the back of that argument is to show you the arithmetic and take none of it.