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

A string of rebuses coalesced yet again, then drifted down, covering the
dabus like a cloak.
More rebuses appeared, then fell suddenly to the floor, streaming out
behind him like a shadow.
A sudden rush of memory.
"…You shall come to a prison built of regrets and sorrow, where the shadows
themselves have gone mad. There you will be asked to make a terrible
sacrifice, my Love. For the matter to be laid to rest, you must destroy that
which keeps you alive and be immortal no longer." Deionarra's words echoed
as if they were freshly spoken from her ethereal lips….
I swayed, suddenly unnerved. "Is there anything else you can tell me?"
A brief series of paper thin rebuses appeared in an orderly row next to Fell,
then vanished into glowing motes.
I nodded. "Very well."
Another series of rebuses appeared, forming a spiral -- they had the texture
of a question about them.
I closed my eyes, searching deep inside me, caressing that scar that had
been cut deeper than any of the marks that tickled my flesh. "I... don't. In
fact, ever since I woke up in the Mortuary, I feel like something's... missing.
Something inside."
Fell nodded, and a series of symbols materialized in a halo around him.
We poked about his wares a little longer, purchased a few that looked
useful, and eagerly left.
"Chief, I say this with all sincerity I can muster, but we really really should
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