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

you are a Sensate."
I blinked, "I see... tell me more."
She nodded. "You and I, Aelwyn, have met on two different occasions. The
first was no less than two centuries past, the last more recently. Perhaps no
more than fifty years ago."
"That's quite a long time ago..."
She nodded again. "My, Aelwyn's, people are extremely long-lived, Forgetful
One." Aelwyn sighed unhappily, causing a chill to descend over me. My skin
prickled, and a tingle ran up my spine. "You seemed a different man, then...
less grim, less scarred. So eager to see all that the multiverse had to offer.
You courted me, Aelwyn, then, and was nearly taken as a lover -- but then
you disappeared."
"Where did I go?"
"I, Aelwyn, was told you had been slain... murdered." She looked up for a
moment to peer curiously into my eyes. "I met you only once more after
that."
"Did I remember you then?"
"No." She shook her head sadly, then touched her throat. "No, you did not.
You lashed out at me, Aelwyn, made to slay me. Screamed how I, Aelwyn,
could not fool you, would not ensnare and murder you..."
I winced. Do I abuse and abase all my past lovers? "What happened?"
"We had met in one of the northern towers of the Festhall, on the seventh
floor. Before you could choke the life from me, I, Aelwyn, used my powers
and bade you leap from a window to your death. When I, Aelwyn, finally
went in search of your broken body, you had already gone..."
"You did what?"
She nodded, the guilt and regret running down her cheek in a lonely trickle,
"That is the whole of my, Aelwyn's, tale for you. We were not strangers,
once, but have now become so. Farewell, stranger, and may fortune walk
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