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    Spectral draugr. That was new. Ysmir looked down at the thing—and its dog—with interest, noting how the bones seemed to shine through like frozen lightning through mists. It was actually rather fascinating when it wasn’t trying to kill her anymore. She could only imagine what the rest of the mages at the College would have made of it. “So is this what happens when their bodies finally give out?” she asked, poking it with Dawnbreaker. “They become ghostly grumpy undead?”     Miraak shrugged disgustedly. “At a guess, this is what happens when Morokei decides he wants something different from all the other Priests.”     Her mind chased ...