In their camp. Or so I hope.” North of Harndon—Harmodius Dissection is one of those skills a man never really forgets. Harmodius had exhumed the corpse himself—not much of a risk, given the haste with which it had been buried. He was only interested in the brain, anyway. Which was as well, as the thorax was badly damaged and the central body cavity was largely empty. Something had eaten the guts. Harmodius was above such feelings as nausea. Or so he kept telling himself. A steady spring rain fell on his back, darkness was falling, and he was in the midst of the northern wilderness, but the
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