"It's The Chain, you've seen it before," Harrow says dismissively, but not without a darkening of her ears and a little flutter that would disgust her if she could see herself.

Your eyes aren't fooling you, Gideon. Those are colors, penciled into the edges.

"I have something for you, wake up." The skeleton groans under the weight of a oblong something wrapped in black. There are, despite Harrow's best attempts to resist, bows.