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When Trette was thirty, she gave her skull to the Ossuary, which was exactly the sort of thing she would do. I’m not angry—no, yes, I’m angry about it, but I want to tell it all, how it went. I don’t know who I want to tell, who I’m writing this for. For memory, I guess. For ghosts. So: let the ghosts hear.
I wasn’t the only one; finger joints or whole fingers were the next most popular choice after toes.
Yet even with that dim illumination, the blackness surrounding them was oppressive. The air was damp, rotted; it lay greasily against his skin. With every breath, he felt grime collecting in his lungs. As he followed Elseir, her skin bluish-white in the strange light, he wondered if she felt it as he did. Yet he could read nothing in her thin features but a tremendous powerful intent.
Elseir needs me. I can do this. Whatever it is, he told himself, and he desperately hoped it was true.
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Semira watched Aniver hold audience with the Queen of the Dead, nerving herself to cross the river to them.