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

"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me, right? C'mon, lemme see it!"
I held up the Codex for him.
Morte floated over my shoulder to examine the Codex's contents. His eyes
nearly popped from their sockets as they scanned the pages. "Ooo.
Ooooooo. Oh, I... but... wow."
I stood thoughtfully for a moment, looking down at the Codex, before
closing it and reverently putting the tome away.
~~~~~
One building in particular stood out to us as we explored the Clerk’s Ward:
“Yvana’s Art Gallery”. Venturing inside, I saw that it had an expected urbane
simplicity to it. The walls were plain, the floor paved in a muted pattern of
azure and bone-pale gray. Many of the art pieces moved or swayed or
swirled with color, as if stirred by an unfelt current. Made me a bit dizzy,
really.
A well-dressed, elderly woman in a gown of peach-colored and golden
thread stood close to the entrance, hands folded primly over her belly. She
nodded in my direction. It was then that I noticed that she had no pupils -
her eyes were entirely white. There was a certain familiarity about her, the
pointed features of her face and the way she held herself. "Greetings, sir. I
am Yvana; welcome to my galleria. Feel free to look about, spending as
much time here as you like; should you have questions regarding any of the
pieces, do not hesitate to ask me of them."
"Thank you."
"One moment, sir... your voice; it is heavy with age and wounds. Would you
be so kind as to permit me to touch your face?"
I knelt down a little, "Yes, go ahead."
Yvana smiled, gently running her old hands over the skin of my face. She
frowned, looking slightly puzzled. "So many scars... both old and new. They
seem to..." She touched the side of my throat, flushed, then pulled away.
"Pardon me, sir. I was curious to see how far they went."
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