Nomen

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"Pass the blade of the knife across your palm. Let the blood fall into the lacre. Something will arise: though it will not survive the winter."

The Noman is a ghastly duplicate of oneself made of one's own blood mixed with lacre, the tears of the Bazaar.

Mr Sacks...
...is a noman. Actually, several nomen, one for each Master.