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As you continue to descend the ladder, finding each rung to protest your weight with louder groans than the last, you decide that the most expedient disposal would be to throw the remains into the water - or rather, the 'water' - and allow it to be carried away. And while you have concerns that the former boar's head may end up floating, it seems that your little run of white luck is continuing to hold - for right at the bottom of the ladder, there seems to be some debris. Upon reaching the bottom-most rung of the ladder, you stretch further down, and prod at the little pile. Blessedly, it is solid - perhaps exhume from the tunnel, or part of this little servicing ledge that broke off somewhere, or maybe even just a very mislaid piece of masonry that wound up down here ... somehow. Regardless, it doesn't matter. It is heavy, and you could easily cram a lot of it into the cavity at the back of the skull, where the spine and the Conduit woven around it once connected with the strickening striker. Then instead of throwing the remains, you'd drop them in. Hanging off of a ladder while fetching stones and stuffing them into a skull is work well suited to someone with at least three arms, but you manage. The rocks are moist - as is basically everything down here - which makes cramming them easier, though it certainly doesn't make it any more pleasant! Still, as your being kept by the keeper you cannot complain about anything that will get you out of the sewer and onto the Clerking House as quickly as possible.
With the remains suitably weighted down, you take hold of it around the burnt-out hole in the back of the skull, careful not to cut your fingers on its crumbling, jagged edges. You extend your right arm to its full length, intending to drop it in - only to judge that you don't quite have enough distance to clear the servicing ledge. After assuring yourself that your feet are planted firmly - or at least, as firmly as they can be on a ladder this rickety - you lean out while you hold yourself fast with your left hand until you are certain you have surpassed the ledge. You let go, and the sounds of flowing water is briefly interrupted by a satisfying splash - which you can just make out in the darkness. Relieved of your burden, you center yourself once more on the ladder, then you bend down, so you may wipe your hands on your foot-wraps. While you are sad to see any part of any of father's Constructs go, there is also a real sense of relief - compared to your other Mysteries, the former boar's head is huge, and it cannot be passed off as anything but Mysterious when seen up close. After all, you saw Mitigators over the harbor -
The harbor! The fraying harbor where the sewers empty out into! Oh, no, no it - oh, shit! Shit! Did you accidentally fry your brain with the Strangeness without realizing it? Do you have some sort of secret death-wish that is hidden even to yourself? Oh, what do you do? What do you do?!
