Murmur was kneeling over the bony wreck of what once was the old crone Vivien. A fetid dark green ooze was leaking from all of her orifices, and someone had opened her linens, having torn them to look for hidden silver sewn into it - leaving what was left of her chest and thighs now exposed.
When Murmur went to lift her from the ground her skirtle dropped off, exposing a full set of male gonads.
"I really couldn't have guessed that, even if I had tried" Murmur offered to Tobias who still looked very worried.
"She - he - is long long departed. See here how the fingers have dropped off?"
“Francis will know where to bury the witch", Tobias said rubbing his forehead.
“Yes” the Brother agreed, “best consult him as to the fate of this sorry corpse.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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