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Damn. The picture in his hand took on a whole
crapload of new possibilities. He closed and replaced
the box but kept the photo.
“All these victims were mortal.” Alastor picked up
a skull, lobbed it in the air, then caught it as it fell. “I
sense no remnants of supernatural energy here.”
Dagan had to agree. He picked up no supernatural
vibe at all, despite the markings on the door. Did they
actually mean anything? Were they connected to the
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Underworld, or all for show? Dagan was inclined to
believe the latter, but there were factions—supporters
of Aset and Osiris among them—that would like nothing better than to sow the seeds of turmoil and reap the
rewards of a new balance in the Underworld, one where
Sutekh wasn’t at the pinnacle of power. Which meant
Dagan couldn’t discount any possibilities, however
unlikely.
“Can’t be a one-off. If this killer, thismortal,took
Lokan,” Alastor continued, “wouldn’t he have had to
practice on something weaker than a soul reaper first?
Shouldn’t there be something other than human bones
and body parts in the mix? Maybe a lesser Underlord
or a succubus?” Again, he tossed the skull and caught
it.
“Put it back,” Dagan ordered, his tone mild.
Alastor gave a snort of incredulity. “It’s a lump of
dead mineralized cells.”
“Now it is.” Dagan stared him down. “But it used
to be a living being.”
