Porcupine Ridge haruspex

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The shadow man had left the tunnels, but they had not left him—nor the spirits he'd found there.

He woke each day with their voices in his ear; he swore he could feel the wispy hairs there stirring with their breath, cool and clear. He hadn't been able to make sense of them;

Not until today:

"Truth lies within."

A mantra that grew more insistent as he came upon the fresh corpse of a hare, surrounded by vultures. They scattered as he approached, one giving him a fierce hiss before taking to the sky. The prey reeked of fox—why had its killer not taken their quarry?

"Truth lies within."

Yeah, I heard that— Hex was beginning a sour retort when something about the hare brought him pause.

Its guts spilled from the tattered belly, tumbling upon the ground a tangled mass of pink and grey. A bulge, too, along the length of intestine, rising up past the still haunches like a mountain—

Ridge, he whispered.

He moved forward and began the bloody business of gently tugging the innards free, looking for more divine clues. For further peace of mind, he reasoned, as if it was something that made all the sense in the world.