could understand.

Ina knew what the souls were saying. All four of them did.

The words became as clear as day, spoken by ten thousand different voices, a choir of almost-angels:

"We died for the One called Shaklatal, so our children would be spared; Our children spread across the land far and wide from us, gone, and we from them, but alive; We were the key, though, friends; The key that kept the lock from turning; And as we are freed the key has been turned; Shaklatal will rise up from his prison to render his false justice upon mortals once more.”

Seek out the giiwas, which the Klamath people saw created in a great battle of gods; There is Shaklatal's prison, and there you must go to strike him down before he rises."

The voices drifted away, higher and...

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