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"Do you know who I am?"
Another series of symbols materialized into focus above Fell's head. The
translation came to me just as quickly and sharply as the symbols
themselves... as if I had translated the exact same string many times before.
I bit my lip. "Why not?"
For a moment, there was no response from Fell, then a stream of rebuses
appeared, as if trickling out of Fell's mind.
I couldn't explain why, but the last sentence sent a crawling sensation
through my skull. The words rattled in my brains, biting deep into my mind
like an itch just out of reach. There was something hidden and profound in
that sentence that I desperately needed to remember. I clawed at the musty
spot in the dim fold of my consciousness. It was a flicker in the corner of my
eye, gone when I turned to face it.
...change the nature of a man...
I twitched. "'Nature of a man?' What does that mean?"
The symbols that appeared above Fell almost mirrored the previous stream.
I grumbled and turned around in a circle, displaying the map of scars and
scratches as well as the tapestry of ink on my flesh. "Can you tell me
anything about these tattoos on my body?"
Fell studied my body for a moment, walking around me. The soft patter of
his heels against the squeaky floorboards made me shudder. There was
something wrong about him. Above his head, Fell mirrored each symbol as
he examined it, then returned to face me.
"Can you tell me about some of them?"
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