“Very good. Thank you.” Now that Harrow’s head is freshly shorn, the half-healed sutures are even more visible than before, and the gravity of what Palamedes is about to do sinks in. He has been adapting his abilities to medical uses for most of his life, all but inventing a new form of necromancy in the process, but brain surgery is far beyond anything he has ever attempted.

Well, no turning back now.

“Harrow, I’m going to start by cutting along your sutures. Are you able to turn off your pain receptors?”