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

I tossed the ashen heap off the balcony, and the black flecks fluttered off,
carried by the breeze that passed through the ward, clean and sweet as it
could be in Sigil.
It was going to be a beautiful day.
Interlude
"Stop.....stop stop stop STOP!!!!" exclaimed Epetrius. "I can't stand this any
longer! You're telling it all wrong!"
“Well, I hate to tell ya, lad, but that’s how the story went! This eye doesn’t
lie, it doesn’t!” came Jeanette’s reply.
"Absurd!" Epetrius snaps sharply, "How could an eye of all things be a record
for anything?"
"La! But you're not a particularly clever one, are you?" Jeanette exclaims
over the Guvner's sputtering, "There are many myths about eyes lad, about
how they're the window to the soul, or how the retina records the images of
the last moments of one's life. And considering how frequently The
Nameless One has danced on both sides of the Great Veil, this eye has
images a-plenty, all laid over one another like slivers o' glass.
"A-sides," Jeanette grins, "This one had been found on the Astral, whipped
by winds of thought and currents of dream. In its immortality it had taken on
a life of its own, and drawn together and preserved ancient memories of
The Nameless One before they evaporated into nothingness in the White
Void. At least, so's my theory."
Oudilin tests his newly healed shoulder, swinging it back and forth as he
holds his lyre in the other hand. You'd think that without the strum of his
music the tale would've dulled, but Jeanette's bombastic ways are more
than enough to fill up that void. The deva sets right an overturned seat,
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