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

and wore the brooch of the Sensates on her breast, "Exquisite... most
exquisite. Do you believe that the experience of an immortal's death is much
different from a mortal's? What of the pain?"
"Kind sir," another girl came up to me, this one in a sea-blue coat. She was
prettier than the first, with silver hair and eyes like sapphires, "What were
your emotions? Was there fear? Anticipation? Excitement? What flavor of
the first and what shade of the last? Does it come in an aroma or a caress?"
A raven-haired woman laughed as she wedged in between them, pushing
them away with her broad plague-green gown. Her face was sharp and
angular, and there was a terrifying beauty to her, "Such silly questions can
only come from novices! Tell me, gentleman. What is it that an immortal
senses after he dies? Do the waters of the afterlife lap at your heels? Do you
stand on the high crest of the Silent Shore? Oh, perhaps I could modify a
sensory stone to record such memories..."
The girls mobbed me, assailing me with questions and excited chatter,
asking me what the experience was like, to describe it in detail. They
peppered me with the wonder of whether they could feel it too.
Back and away from the crowd Annah sneered and rolled her eyes, blowing
a strand of rust-red hair from her face as she walked out of the hall.
Chapter 68
I was beginning to regret that decision a few hours later. Something in my
neck just wasn’t going back into place quite right, so I decided to spend
some more time in my quarters recuperating while I caught up on a few
things. I tried to figure out what in the hells that dodecahedron was,
puzzling and tinkering with it, to no avail. I read Reekwind’s stories from my
journal. It felt like it was about time I had a break…that is, until I found
something in the bottom of my pack that I had almost forgotten about. The
book that Mantuok dropped.
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