A body. A woman. She is not stone. Her skin is still soft, pliable. She did not enter into va-jor in her final moments. She died here. Bleeding out. Bleeding from numerous wounds. They bound her. By the pulsing red light of the crystals, I see signs of her struggle, the abrasions at her wrists and ankles. She fought hard against whoever did this to her. But she fought in vain.
