Touchstone could see the Dead now, and had no difficulty hearing them. They were chanting and clapping, decayed hands meeting together in a steady, slow rhythm that put all the hair on the back of his head on edge.

A ghastly noise, hard sounds of bone on bone, or the liquid thumpings of decomposed, jellying flesh. The chanting was even worse, for very few of them had functioning mouths.

Touchstone had never seen or heard a shipwreck— now he knew the sound of a thousand sailors drowning, all at once, in a quiet sea.

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