Location:Millford; Seven Peaks — Refining Annex
Date/Time:TC1856.11.02 – TC1856.11.06
The sheets came in a courier's oilskin still cold from the road, and the topmost one had gone stiff enough that Lira Feng had to warm the corner between her fingers before it would turn.
Seventeen days after Ferrow's Rest. Thirty-one of them, in a surveyor's hand, with a rule laid beside each corpse for scale. She read all thirty-one twice before she did anything else with her morning.
Then she did what any competent branch coordinator would do, which was to convert them into instructions a frightened person could follow at three in the morning.
Small and six-legged: it comes to light. Do not stand near a lamp. Put lamps where you want them to go. Break them with anything heavy — they shatter.
Long, low and silent: light drives it back. Get a lamp on it and keep it there.
Larger than an ox: it is blind and hears through the ground. Stand still on stone.
