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Had I really <strong>be</strong>en dead? Was Dhall saying I was immortal? My new existence<br />

was quickly filling with questions and uncertainties. As annoying as he was, I<br />

wished Morte would say something. A joke <strong>to</strong> ease things. "Unacceptable," I<br />

mouthed the word as if it were foreign, "That <strong>do</strong>esn't sound like it leaves me<br />

in a good position."<br />

"You must understand. Your existence is a blasphemy <strong>to</strong> them. Many <strong>of</strong> our<br />

faction would order you cremated... if they were aware <strong>of</strong> your affliction."<br />

"You're a Dustman," I bit my lip at stating the obvious, "But you <strong>do</strong>n't seem<br />

<strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> in favor <strong>of</strong> killing me. Why <strong>not</strong>?"<br />

"Be<strong>cause</strong> forcing our <strong>be</strong>liefs upon you is <strong>not</strong> just. You must give up this<br />

sha<strong>do</strong>w <strong>of</strong> life on your own, <strong>not</strong> <strong>be</strong><strong>cause</strong> we force you <strong>to</strong>." He looked about<br />

<strong>to</strong> break in<strong>to</strong> a<strong>not</strong>her fit <strong>of</strong> coughing, but managed <strong>to</strong> hold it in, "As long as I<br />

remain at my post, I will protect your right <strong>to</strong> search for your own truth."<br />

I nodded gratefully, "If that's the case, is there anything you might tell me<br />

about myself?"<br />

He shook his head sadly, "I know scant little <strong>of</strong> you, Restless One. I know<br />

little more <strong>of</strong> those that have journeyed with you and who now lie in our<br />

keeping." My mouth dried at those words. I had journeyed here <strong>be</strong>fore,<br />

companions at my side who were now dead. Dhall sighed, "I ask that you no<br />

longer ask others <strong>to</strong> join you, Restless One- where you walk, so walks<br />

misery. Let your burden <strong>be</strong> your own."<br />

The warning struck hard, but I had <strong>to</strong> ask, "There were others who have<br />

journeyed here with me? And they are here?"<br />

His eyes widened, "Do you <strong>not</strong> know the woman's corpse interred in the<br />

memorial hall <strong>be</strong>low? I had thought that she had traveled with you in the<br />

past..." his throat seized as he approached a coughing fit, but he caught his<br />

breath, "Am I mistaken?"<br />

I paused, digging through the cobwebs in the back <strong>of</strong> my head, looking for<br />

an answer. None came. "Where is her body?"<br />

"The northwest memorial hall on the floor <strong>be</strong>low us. Check the biers there...<br />

her name should <strong>be</strong> on one <strong>of</strong> the memorial plaques. Mayhap that will<br />

revive your memory."<br />

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