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commands of their immediate superiors - they have no grasp of a higher
authority. Until this one.
"One day it came upon a small shop, within which there was a small clock
that could no longer tell time. It was cracked along the edges, the wheels of
its hands broken. The modron immediately set itself to work at getting the
parts to fix the broken clock.
"It made a new wooden housing for the clock's parts, replaced the bent
springs, carefully filed and oiled the clockwork machinery, and carved new
hands from the sparse metal available to it. The newly-repaired clock's
precise ticking reminded it of the great gears of Mechanus, and it comforted
it as much as any thing may comfort a modron.
"And what the modron never came to understand was that it truly *loved*
this clock that it had worked on, and for reasons it could not explain, elected
to remain in Sigil and be with the clock for the rest of its years."
'The Gilded Tale.'
"Upon the Plane of Ysgard is the Gilded Hall, where those Sensates that seek
the pleasure of gullet and loin can be found. They indulge these passions in
earnest, never realizing that the doors of the hall never open and that there
is no clear path back to the Civic Festhall. They are the unwanted Sensates,
the ones that do not truly believe in the faction, but instead seek only
pleasure for pleasure's sake. Are prisoners who do not realize they are such
truly prisoners?"
'The Lady's Suitor.'
"The tale concerns a suitor of Lady of Pain, one of many over the years. He
was a young man who was obsessed with the Mistress of Sigil. He saw her
everywhere, in every corner of her city. He would hear the rustling of her
robes, the scrape of her blades, and grew infatuated beyond all reason. He
hoped that if he worshipped her, that he would at last be able to see her...
and so worship her he did.
"He was found dead on the blood-soaked steps of his own home, grievous
stab wounds covering the whole of his body... but his eyes were open wide,
and upon his lips was a triumphant smile."
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