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- “I can’t find a damn thing,” said Kalista around her pipe. Her breath
- shivered with smoke as she spoke. “This is a professional, surely. They
- removed everything of note. From the look of it, I almost doubt if Suberek
- knew how to write.”
- Ana rocked forward, her hands still probing the workshop table. “No,”
- she said softly. “He knew how to write. And he did a lot of it right here.”
- There was a long silence as everyone turned to look at her, her hands
- placed on the slab of wood like a reedwitch telling fortunes at a canton fair.
- “You…” Kalista laughed, incredulous. “You aren’t suggesting you
- can…You can, what, feel what was written there?”
- “I can feel many things,” said Ana quietly. “He was a very hard writer,
- you see. Pressed his ashpen with tremendous force…The tricky thing is
- identifying what was recent.” Her index finger paused on one spot of the
- scarred table. “Here, for example…Wrote down an order for two panels…
- Dated sometime in the month of Hajnal. I think. Tricky to read this…”
- Uhad looked to Nusis. “Is this really possible?”
- “Of course,” said Nusis. “I know some sensitivity grafts help sculptors
- and surgeons find the weaknesses in many materials.”
- “If we get a length of ashpen,” said Ana, “and a sheet of thin fernpaper,
- I can discover more.”
- - The Tainted Cup, Chapter 22 pg. 197
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