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

the men's souls. An'izius winced, and flashes of memory swam through him:
terror and pain and the roar of the damned. He tried to brush off the chill,
and broke through the mad wind even as the rescuers fell and clutched their
heads, shrieking.
"No! Hold the braces, you fools! HOLD THE BRACES!" His shouts were
drowned out by the screams, the deafening howl that keened even louder.
An'izius had never dirtied his hands before, but his hands shot out
immediately and tried to catch the bar as it fell. It had taken four men to
hold it steady, and they all writhed in terror at the wave that was sweeping
through Curst. It was no use, and the shoring fell. He felt a snap in his
forearm, and he snarled with pain as he fell to his knees. Rubble cracked as it
fell, and the gith coughed at the cloud of dust that now surrounded him.
Whatever came passed through the town quickly enough. The streets fell
silent save for the weeping of the townsfolk. Clutching his arm, An'izius
surveyed the surroundings.
Two of the workers clearing the rubble were dead, crushed by the stones
that had fallen. Karthis, hulking brute that he is, stood pale as a fish's belly
and had clapped a massive hand to his mouth.
"Lentz!" An'izius growled through the pain. A gap in the rubble still
remained, and he shouted through, "Lentz! Can you hear me?!"
Only silence greeted him.
He snarled under his breath and gave one of the rescuers a swift kick.
Nothing too hard, little more than a firm nudge from his boot, "Get up you
useless sack of suet, and get yourself two streets down to see if the ones in
the basement still survive. There's nothing else to be done here."
An'izius stumbled off to the healer's hut as the workers gathered themselves
together.
"Nothing to be done..."
~~~~~
Their bodies were scattered all around me as I walked. Grace, so wise and
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