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

Chapter 4
It was the page from the Mortuary’s receiving log. In the middle of a long list
of bodies were scrawled these words:
16539: 5 th Night: Scarred Shell
Cause of Death: Indeterminable (Scars do not appear to be cause of death – shock trauma?)
Collector: Pharod – 3 commons paid
Possessions logged: Fist Irons, Thirteen commons
Middle table, receiving room.
By the rest of the descriptions, the corpses I was laid next to were ancient,
possibly less than skin and bone. "Morte, take a look at this," I held the note
up to him.
Morte's teeth clacked slightly as his eyes darted across the page. His way of
mouthing the words, I guess. "Wow. 'Scarred?' Either someone's flattering
himself or the Dusties have a knack for understatement."
"No, look! It says my Collector was Pharod, whatever that means."
"Yeah, I saw that, chief. Huh, looks like something funny's goin on with the
bodies. Seems like you aren't the only guy to die twice."
I read over the note again. When I saw "scarred" and "Pharod" not two lines
from each other I had skipped over the rest. Morte was right, though. The
Dustmen were receiving bodies that had already been prepared or had died
once again. Perhaps it was related to my plight, but for the moment I
couldn't afford to concern myself with such matters.
The next door creaked ominously as I pushed it open, the squeal of metal on
metal piercing the air. Then it hit me.
The stench. The nauseating, sickly-sweet smell of rotting flesh mingled with
the rich, coppery tang of blood. I looked to my side and retched.
A pale corpse lay on the slab next to the door, arms uplifted just slightly in
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