"Pictish, like everything else that's terrible these days," Zelda said with a roll of her eyes. She took a sip of her beer. There were some restrictions about what she could say on this, but Pictish was broad enough. "It's seeped into the structure around it, and I know where it's rooted, but even containing it has taken me forever." She thought that she finally had it so that it would stop trying to spread further on the boat - but even that was tentative. Now she had to try to break it.

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