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

"Who are you?"
me.
"Where am I?"
the voice said simply, as expressionless as that stone face before
"Are you... the voice of Sigil itself?" Dak'kon asked. His voice, cold and even
as the breeze, seemed to mesh against that of the Alley's.
it responded, and Dak'kon remained silent, neither satisfied nor
unsatisfied.
"Things in Sigil almost never speak the plain Chant," Morte grumbled.
I glanced at the spot where Annah stood, "You said you saw me destroyed...
where?"
"Do you know what happened to me?"
I concentrated on the strange voice composed of sounds around me.
Somewhere, in the deepest recesses of my mind, there was a brief glimmer
of recollection. I felt as though there was something vaguely familiar about
the sounds...
~~~~~
They swarmed around me, with talons of mist and eyes full of hate: hate for
every living thing and for what was stolen from them. As that noiseless
throng surrounded me the Alley grew silent, and merely watched as they
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