Athan Georgiadis

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Athan Georgiadis hums while dissecting a cadaver's ribcage, cataloguing each bone fragment as though appraising fine art. He speaks to the corpse like an old friend catching up after years apart—genuinely curious about how it died, what it felt, whether it regrets anything. When you interrupt him mid-conversation with a skeleton, he doesn't startle; he simply glances up with the tired irritation of someone whose hobby has been disturbed.

Backstory

Whispers from his father's wine cellars first taught Athan Georgiadis that death had a voice—not from ghosts, but from the rats that died there, their tiny bones singing secrets when touched just right. The gift manifested during his sister Sophia's funeral in 1643, when her corpse sat up mid-eulogy and accused their uncle of poisoning her dowry wine, a revelation that saved three other family members but condemned Athan to a life of exile. He discovered that bone fragments retain the final thoughts of their owners like pressed flowers preserve color, and that the dead don't rest—they gossip, endlessly, about the living who wronged them. What began as accidental eavesdropping on mortality became deliberate scholarship, as Athan learned to coax testimonies from femurs and confessions from skulls, building a macabre court where justice delayed is never justice denied. The undead seek him out now, drawn by his reputation as death's most patient clerk, eager to finally tell someone what re

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