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Worse than that, it is possible that enough Strangeness was released that the patches in front of you are communicable. Depending on how long the seabird has had those Glyphs, there could be enough Strangeness to make the cobblestones Strange in the Second or even in the Third Degree. Honestly, the whole thing is mess. It really makes you wish that you had some sort of paired down Ranged-Dosimeter, something that looks for the spread of Strangeness in an area … but the closest thing you have to something like that is the husk and corpse of father’s old Spot-Dosimeter – and even if you were somehow able to resuscitate it, they way it works is completely different. No, if you want one of those, then you are going to have build one.
Or steal one from the Inquisition.
Maker’s Mercy, what a dangerous thought! You actually shake your head, as if you physically dislodge the idea. With everything going the way it has been lately, the absolute last place in the Mount, no, in the fraying world, you should find yourself is a Chapterhouse. Of course, it is frustrating, not knowing for a surety where you stand here, but that – that is madness. Utter madness. If father was here, and you suggested as much to him, he would probably beat you for it.
For good measure, once you get the Gull wrapped up as best you can, and you have visually confirmed with your Strange-Staining Glyph that the Strangeness is not spreading to the rags, you slap yourself – and in the process get a face full of macerated seabird leg juice. Feeling like a right hulking idiot, you wipe yourself off with another one of the rags, and once done, you tuck it in with the wrapped up remains. As you do, you consider trying to test the Strangeness on the cobblestones with one of the rags. Obviously, you bought the damned things because they are disposable, but … that’s the issue. Disposing of them, if it turns out that the Strangeness underneath the bed of salt is in fact communicable. You would have gone from having to deal with four spots of Strangeness to five.
Maybe you could blow the salt away? Strangeness has a very hard time spreading to air – or other gasses, for that matter. Deciding that you have gone back and forth enough, you decide to try, and after portioning out some new salt to make the mounds and bridges that the Remediation requires from your new pound bag, you return to your improvised operating theatre. After checking to make sure that the area around the bed of salt has remained free and clear of the Strangeness, and is clean enough that it will not dirty your new dress and apron, you kneel down, and start to experimentally blow at some of the thinner spots of salt in the bed. Despite the rough and irregular surface of the cobblestones, to your surprise, you are actually able to move much more of the salt than you would have guessed you could. Feeling much smarter than you did when you slapped yourself, you get to work clearing the bed as best you can.
