It is when I cut out my tongue and buried it in the ground that the dead started coming back.

When I stood there, my voice having wandered from my throat beneath my feet, looking out into the night beyond the fire, the Darkness answered me.

What it did say I cannot ‘say’, for I did not speak its tongue (and not even my own anymore), but speak it did.

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