I’ve finished reassembling myself.

  I’m practically perfect now—slim legs, a strong ribcage, a gleaming skull, a straight spine, and a sturdy pelvis. Not just a skeleton—a sight to behold.

  Only my hands gave me trouble. There were far too many tiny bones. I managed to piece one hand together, barely, but couldn’t find all the bits for the second. So now I have just one hand. If I ever join a pirate crew, I reckon I’ll fit right in.

  I also replaced my teeth with newer, shinier ones. Turns out I’d been missing nearly half of them on the left side. Now I can bite and chew more effectively than ever.

  Pity I can’t taste anything—and don’t even feel the urge to eat.

  After scouring the pile of my dead comrades and finding nothing else of use, I decided to climb out of the ditch. While reassembling myself, I’d already made up my mind: I’d head to the spot where our bald necromancer-leader was killed. Maybe there’s something useful there.

  I found him almost immediately.

  Well… “found” isn’t quite right. The horsemen had burned his body—and the other skeletons—in one large pyre. Of course, there were no bones left for my missing hand, but I did discover some rusty weapons. Apparently, the riders weren’t interested, but to me, it looked like treasure.

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  I’m not fighting bare-handed again. And I’m definitely not charging armored knights on horseback. No. And again, no!

  I took a small axe in my right hand. A clear layer of rust coats its blade. I can’t hold anything in my left—but an idea struck me: I managed, with great difficulty, to attach a knife directly to the bone of my left arm. It’ll serve as a backup. Better than waving an empty limb.

  While gathering bones and fastening the knife, I noticed something important:

  It’s impossible to attach anything as a true replacement for actual body parts. When I tried to lengthen my arm by adding an extra bone, it just stayed an ordinary object—loose, inert. The same goes for extra limbs. I couldn’t add another pair of left hands, extra legs, additional heads, or even more ribs. They all simply fell off.

  This also applies to weapons. After I fixed the knife to my arm, I didn’t feel it—not as an extension of myself, not at all. It’s just… there.

  Now I need to get out of here carefully, without drawing attention.

  Though, let’s be honest—a walking skeleton is bound to stand out.

  I need camouflage. And for that, I need clothes.

  So… where exactly am I supposed to find any? Please, tell me.