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The Last of the Dray
Hunt 97: Please Do Not Tap
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Please Do Not Tap
The Last of the Dray · Dray
The last of the Dray is an open lattice of ringing bone in a glass case at the Species Museum, with moths in his ribs and a demand for a formal apology and better lighting. Kellen has until the evening unveiling to sign him out, and nothing leaves without a Return Date.
Abigail's notebookThe Case. Nobody said no flash. I just knew.
Wednesday. The Case.
I was told not to tap.
THE LAST OF THE DRAY. Species Museum. There's a whole hall of dioramas under glass, velvet ropes at every turn, and at the end of it one person in a case in a hard white cone of light. He's bones, an open lattice of bones, like carved driftwood, and you can see right through his ribs to the back wall. Little pale moths go in and out of him. They had a whole people to live in once, and now there's the one. He hasn't asked anybody to do anything about it. Every bone holds a memory and rings at its own pitch if a draft goes through.
He's written better placards than the Museum's, because he's corrected them. He wants a formal apology from the Compact and improved lighting, and I couldn't swear to which order.
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The gift shop sells bottled water called Last Of, with bones on the label, forty credits. I've got the receipt. Obviously.

The people
Dray
A species down to its last member. Their bones hold memory and ring when struck.
Seen as relics, which is the problem.

