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“It is with the utmost sorrow that I must announce the night prior’s passings of Ethern Litwell, Duffy Parth, Perris Winters, Rikiar Helchen, Teja Mills, Emelia Mills, Erwin Mills, and Flo and Nevil Holmes.” [Balthazar] hangs his head, as much as his thick neck allows, and the silence grows into a soft murmur of prayer and grief. “As ever, we must remember them for who and what they were, and never what they became.”
“You are forgetting someone.”
All heads turn to the stark voice, and Bram recognizes it at once, even with its cracks and edges. Athios, hood drawn over his ever-vacant eyes, a blue flower wilting betwixt his pale fingers.
“Oh?” Balthazar asks, head tilted and lips threatening a cruel smirk that perhaps only Bram would recognize. “And whom might that be?”
“Pennant Bertram.”
“Is that so?” Balthazar unfolds a crumpled paper in his left hand, eyes darting back and forth while his plump lips purse in consideration. “Afraid I don’t see his name here.”
“He wasn’t—the Fangs weren’t responsible for his death.”
“Pray tell, then, what was?”
An uncomfortable shift of Athios’s weight and the clearing of his throat is all that follows.