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

'Memories of Beauty'
"Once came a man who had experienced the most beautiful thing in the
multiverse. It was his intention to place the experience within one of the
Civic Festhall's sensory stones - magical devices which held feelings and
memories for an eternity, leaving them for others to partake of.
"But he thought about it: wouldn't its being shared dilute the experience?
So he held it to himself, precious thing that it was, and aged with the
memory. But as he aged, the memory became tarnished and beaten, and he
could no longer recall the glory of the experience."
'The Execution.'
"Once, a murderer roamed Sigil's streets, a black-hearted man by the name
of Kossacs. He had been blessed by his Abyssal mother so that no one could
strike him with an intent to harm or they themselves would die. He reveled
in his blessing, using it to start fights and murder anyone who crossed his
path.
"During one of his murderous rages, he was captured by the Harmonium
with nets and brought before the Guvners. The trial was short, final, yet
Kossacs laughed at the proceedings, knowing that no one among them could
harm him without dying horribly. At the final day of his trial, he was
proclaimed guilty and sentenced to death.
"Kossacs sentence proclaimed by the Guvners was this: 'Confinement for
thrice-thirty days, during which time you shall give up your life, be declared
dead, and your body removed when all signs of life cease.' Kossacs laughed
and dared any of them to try and harm him, yet the court was silent.
"The Mercykillers led Kossacs to their prison and locked him in a dark, empty
cell. There was no cot, no lights, and the only door was a steel grate in the
ceiling.
"As they lowered him into the cell, the Mercykiller told him - 'in the corner
of your cell will you find a chalice. It holds poison. Your death will be swift.'
"'Aren't you going to execute me?' Kossacs snarled at the guard.
"'No one in Sigil shall lay a hand on you with intent to harm,' came the
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