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

I shuddered, "You can now divide without interference, right?"
With that I sighed, sifting through my pack, withdrawing a prybar, then a
hammer.
"Let's get to work, guys."
With his lack of hands, Morte cheered from the sidelines and Annah and I
sweated and grumbled, and Dak'kon went to work with stoic silence. Boards
were torn down from one building, hammered back into another. The
ground shook ever so slightly as it seemed to sag in relief, and the buildings
creaked as if stretching tired old bones.
We returned to the face just as the sky was beginning to glow with the new
dawn.
"I have reversed the repairs as you have asked."
Again the wind began to
blow around us, this time with fierce intensity. The omnipresent sounds of
the Alley began to increase in volume until the soft murmur of the voice is
nearly drowned out by the ensuing racket. A section of the length of wall
that the face rested on crumbled, falling away neatly until not a stone
remained upon another stone. A fresh, clean wind blew through, carrying
the scent of wet mortar, fresh-cut wood, and crisp, new metal.
We stood at the new entrance hesitantly, but as the walls began to warp
and old buildings began to crumble, the voice urged us on,
With those final words, the face crumbled away.
We ran. The ground underfoot rocked violently as our boots cracked against
the pavement, rolling like water and stretching like taffy. The wind
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