Ailee is fascinated. This... could this be a pure manifestation of the Heart, a vector from which its influence has spread? Could this be melted? Smelted? Recast? What properties could be hammered into it, what will might this strange bloody vector of knowledge attain with proper machining? She fetched her glasses from her pocket and crouched down in front of the spike, in front of the pages. 

Soft lavender light ran along her tattoos. The Vice burned within her like a furnace. Could she read this? Could she touch this? How deep did this go? What secrets did it hide - and [i]whose [/i]secrets might it reveal by implication? 

"Curious," she signalled to the bees, blinded in this moment to the dark weight behind that word.

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