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

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"Oh I dunno, fiendling. Everything looks good from this angl- EEEEE!"
My hand shot up and grabbed Annah's wrist before she could gouge out
Morte's eyes. "Nngh... I'm fine," I said, swaying as I stood, "Dabus don't
communicate in words... I guess speaking to its spirit has strange results as
well..."
"What have you come to know?" Dak'kon intoned as Annah tossed Morte
aside, sending him clattering over the floor until he could right himself.
"This building... is alive somehow. It trapped the dabus, and let it wither
away here," I ground a knuckle into my temple to edge out the rest of the
haziness. There was little more to be said as we hastily made our way out.
"Well if yer done trading chant with deaders, follow me, then," Annah said,
guiding us the rest of the way.
Down a couple of twists and turns, we stopped at a high, solid gate of
ancient wood. Somehow, the hinges rolled smoothly without the slightest
hint of a squeal when Annah pushed, revealing a stairway down to an open
courtyard.
Descending down the stairs I grew nervous, as if I was beginning to uncover
something best left hidden. There was something taboo about discovering
the fate of my previous incarnation. I felt as if I were trying to recapture a
dream, evanescent as a forgotten memory and as impossible to grasp as
smoke snagged on my fingertips.
"This is the place," Annah said, stopping on a lone spot and turning around
to face me, "I found yeh lyin' right where we stand."
I would've expected a bloodstain, or an outline where I had lain.
Another breeze stirred the dust from the ground, stronger this time. There
were no shutters to rattle or scraps of loose cloth to flutter, but the alley
itself seemed to breathe. It was a bloated wind that gusted past us, aching
with the groan of a creature brimming with pain and paralyzed with stifling
aches.
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