Bone Chorister

THE WILDS

In the Unmarked Boneyard, some of the nameless dead learned Thessyra's trade secondhand. The bone choristers stand rooted where they were buried, mouths open in a note that never resolves — singing for the names Ninelle took, since a song needs no name to be held. They do not pursue; they have nowhere better to be. But their voices reach further than any blade, and grieve harder.