Since Leander left, he's sent his voice back to the Gallows only once: a message after he'd landed, as promised, impersonal as a private line can purport to be. There have been other signs of progress, filtered carefully through pre-arranged channels, infrequent and formal.
On some unremarkable day, at a time of night edging on late, the crystal paired only to one pulses with the arrival of a written message. Upon insertion, it releases an image onto the page: a hand studied in ink, textured with loose hatching done in a feather-light touch, a few lines smeared, and fingerprints intentionally applied. The hand itself is slim and masculine, elegantly posed, wearing a simple ring on the thumb.
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roughly a month later;
On some unremarkable day, at a time of night edging on late, the crystal paired only to one pulses with the arrival of a written message. Upon insertion, it releases an image onto the page: a hand studied in ink, textured with loose hatching done in a feather-light touch, a few lines smeared, and fingerprints intentionally applied. The hand itself is slim and masculine, elegantly posed, wearing a simple ring on the thumb.