The object Palamedes pulls out of Abigail’s side is coated in blood and viscera, but its sharpe is unmistakeable: it’s a key.
“What,” says Harrow.
“The fuck,” says Gideon.
Palamedes speaks rapidly as Camilla writes. “One key. Silver and nickel alloy. Found within the stomach with no signs of hydrochloric acid degradation, so likely placed after death.” He presses his lips together so hard they go white, then exhales with a huff and shakes his head. “No, there’s too much interference. I can’t tell who touched it last.”
“Isn’t it obvious.” Harrow almost growls the words. “It was the Third. They’re the flesh magicians.”
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“What,” says Harrow.
“The fuck,” says Gideon.
Palamedes speaks rapidly as Camilla writes. “One key. Silver and nickel alloy. Found within the stomach with no signs of hydrochloric acid degradation, so likely placed after death.” He presses his lips together so hard they go white, then exhales with a huff and shakes his head. “No, there’s too much interference. I can’t tell who touched it last.”
“Isn’t it obvious.” Harrow almost growls the words. “It was the Third. They’re the flesh magicians.”