She reaches to pick up the skull, her fingers splaying over the smooth bone, and turns it in her hand. "I found it after I deciphered a code from a poem my Uncle Curtis wrote for me before he died. He'd hidden it at Shorty's – the saloon he owned."
Waverly shrugs and holds it out for Sam's perusal. "There was a note with it that said I am now the keeper of the bones... whatever that means."
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Date: 2023-01-29 12:23 am (UTC)She reaches to pick up the skull, her fingers splaying over the smooth bone, and turns it in her hand. "I found it after I deciphered a code from a poem my Uncle Curtis wrote for me before he died. He'd hidden it at Shorty's – the saloon he owned."
Waverly shrugs and holds it out for Sam's perusal. "There was a note with it that said I am now the keeper of the bones... whatever that means."