Chapter Four Hundred and Seven: Long Silence

Ferreiro put down the scalpel in his hand, took off his rubber gloves, and stared into the clean cavity of the eyes, lost in thought. It was so clean, without any foreign objects; the parasite he imagined was completely absent.

"Where could it be?"

He lit a cigarette and walked toward the balcony, ready to breathe in some fresh air.

Passing by the skeleton rack, the old elf saw the white bones processed by Malin himself, which were once the remains of a drunkard who had frozen to death in a drunken attempt to pass through a checkpoint. Malin had bought the body from his relatives and promised his young son an Apprentice slot... If Malin were here, he would surely know; the boy had many ideas.