[Like Cecelia, Palamedes doesn’t need to get any closer to find out what the stuff dripping down the wall is; the thanergy hits him in a wave the same time as the smell. Already, the drips have turned into a trickle, and then a stream, the walls themselves seeming to bleed. Before long, the tiny puddle of blood against the wall is expanding across the floor.
Climb, Palamedes thinks, spinning around the room again. This time, he spots the rope dangling from the opposite wall. He nods and it and takes a breath.]
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Climb, Palamedes thinks, spinning around the room again. This time, he spots the rope dangling from the opposite wall. He nods and it and takes a breath.]
Here, I’ll give you a boost.