Palamedes throws his hand over his eyes, but the flash still leaves an after-image that he has to blink away. For a few moments, everything is hot-white and fuzzy; even after his vision clears, he’s left staring.

The new skeleton extracts itself from the wall with great effort, its posture and movements unlike any construct Palamedes has seen, either in Wellstone or in his memories. They’re fluid, downright human. Like the first skeleton, this one doesn’t even seem to quite realize that it’s dead.

“Have you put their souls back in them?" he asks, sounding awed and excited. "Is that it?"