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

I had the sudden urge to scrub my hands. They itched with those old
bloodstains, "Well... I really had no choice-"
Ebb gave a dismissive wave, "Bah, don't worry your ugly little self about
that. The Harmonium can barely keep in check the number of worthless
berks in this corner of the Hive- er, don't tell 'em I said that, mind. In any
case, I'd be wary of the bartender if I were you."
I nodded, "Thanks, Ebb."
Behind the bar was a leather-skinned man with just a hint of ashen color to
his face. His teeth seemed sharper than normal, and his eyes were filled
with the boredom that came with having seen too much. His voice was nasal
and clipped, and simmering with anger as if I had done him wrong. "You
again, eh? Whaddya want this time?"
I blinked, "What do you mean?"
"Yeah, 'you again'. You got a hearing problem or something now? You was in
here 'bout fifteen years ago, got all bubbed up, smashed up the place, and
left a pile o' coin that wasn't enough to pay for the damages. So you plucked
out your own bleedin' eyeball and tells me you'll be back to reclaim it when
you got two hundred coins together. With fifteen years of interest, you got
about five hundred coins. You got the jink, pal, I got your eye."
I sputtered, "Five hundred? That's ridiculous!"
He paused for a moment, considering. "That it is. Tell you what. Give me
three hundred, and the eye's yours."
I thought it over, I really did. But hells, if it was a piece of my past I couldn't
afford to be stingy, "It's a deal. Here's your money."
"It's a deal." He produced a darkened, wax-stoppered, wide-mouth bottle
from his pocket. There was the sound of liquid sloshing around inside it,
along with a heavier, squishier noise. Opening it, the stench of some sort of
preservative agent nearly made me gag... Powers above this damn city
should sell more nose-clips and perfumes. Floating in the viscid muck was an
eyeball.
"You'd better figure out what you want to do with that..." the barkeep said
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