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

ut her lips pulled back in a chaste smile. "I suppose the best explanation is
that my faith allows me to see things differently. When you see the
multiverse in such a way, you learn how to 'change' things - mending
wounds, seeing a person's heart, and so on - just by willing them to
happen."
"But those 'changes' you make seem a lot like spells - how do you learn to
do those things? Do you have a spell book?"
"No, my 'spells,' as you call them - they come to me after I have rested and
centered myself. When I sleep and awaken, I can focus myself once more.
The amount of faith required to 'Change' the multiverse around me can be
quite taxing on the psyche, I'm afraid. Just being able to see how to Change
things is not enough - you must have the strength to make the Change
happen, and last."
I nodded and leaned in, curious. "Can you teach me to see things the way
you do?"
"I cannot teach you to see the multiverse in such a way. One must learn to
see it... and in their own way, not through the eyes of another." Her smile
never wavered. "I do not think you of all people need my guidance in such a
matter - I find myself beginning to learn much more from you than you from
I."
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Acrid fumes stung my nostrils, and my eyes watered anew. I narrowly
avoided bumping into an abishai while walking down the street. The arch of
the sky was overcast with the acrid yellow fog, and while it mimicked the
run-of-the-mill prime world at least superficially, I had gotten so used to
seeing a city when looking up that it was disconcerting to the point of
claustrophobia.
The Clerk's Ward was too costly to live in, the Hive had no answers... all that
was left for now was the noxious purgatory of the Lower Ward.
Giltspur the auctioneer had an errand for me – to deliver a note to someone
in the Great foundry, and I was happy to oblige if it meant I'd make some
connections to help get some answers.
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