Assembly

No-accounts! Cease your screaming and calm yourselves. Gather at the foot of this dead stump, watch as I pluck the strings of this simple guitar lying open before you, and call your minds to the twang and thread of life.

In the distance, Bosch’s ship lies wrecked, and all its clambering occupants scramble, eyes watering, to the rocks, straining to catch my tune.

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