(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Xachariah shrugged, "It's buried pretty deep, but I have an idea of where it
is. Without a scalpel and some directions from me, you won't be able to get
it out. You got a scalpel?"
I unsheathed my dagger, "I've got this."
"Then open me up half a hand's width below the sternum, and feel around
for it."
I slit the stitches of his body cavity and reached in. His torso was surprisingly
wet and cold.
"A little more to the left... a little more..." My hand closed on an object, and
I pulled out a zombie liver.
"By the Lady's gaze! Apologies, cutter... I thought them Dustmen took all
those organs outta us before pulling us out of the Dead Book. Give it
another go. Maybe it's to the right."
I winced and stuck my hand in again. Morte made a retching sound and
Annah's face twisted in disgust.
"Don't suppose you want to experience this, Grace?" I grunted.
She laughed. It was a musical sound.
"There ya go... now go a little to the right and back...a little more..." there
was something hard and cold inside, slightly larger than I expected. "I think
that's it. Pull it out."
I twisted my hand and tugged it free of his body. His gauze-wrapped fingers
curled around it, feeling its hard contours. "That's it all right. Huh. Bigger
than I thought it'd be. Is that... what is that? Feels like... a heart."
The blackened, fist-sized object I held looks more like a lump of burned
charcoal than Xachariah's heart. It is extremely heavy for its size, and cracks
ran across its surface... it looks like it might break in two at any moment.
Handling it left strange rust-colored streaks on my hands that wouldn't
come off.
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