"CompleteQuest console command: top," the crone had said in a croaking whisper that smelled faintly of iron and seaweed. "Type it wrong and you wake the wrong dead. Type it right and the world will forget one mistake." She tapped a gnarled finger against a palm-dried page, the ink still wet. That page had been torn from a workbook of an old mage who'd liked shortcuts and hated paperwork.