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

"Yes...?"
"All mazes have portals; this much I know to be true. A way in, a way out...
this is how the Lady fashions them. I do not know the portal - its location, or
even its form - but I am told its key... is a piece of Ravel."
"A piece of Ravel? But if Ravel is mazed, then how am I supposed to..."
"Then you'll have to make do. Find something that has Ravel's taint in it,
mayhap... that is all I know! All! Bother me no more about it! If you want to
go pestering someone about something like that, go to the Brothel of Slating
Intellectual Lust -- one of the ladies there is bound to have met someone or
know something that'll help."
"My thanks for your help. Farewell."
It was one of those answers that only leads to another question. Kind of a
pisser, really.
Chapter 79
As nice as it would be to talk to the prostitutes of the Brothel again, I was
pretty sure that Annah would've disapproved if I went to chat with a flock of
gorgeous young women without any convincing leads. A girl like that
sharpens more than her tongue on those she's come to dislike.
A cool breeze tickled my skin as I guzzled my ale. I'd asked a dozen others
about Ravel... keeping myself either to men, or older and uglier women who
might've known a thing or two. Not particularly exhaustive, but with each
scholar and sage it became more apparent that people in the Clerk's Ward
are smart enough to not speak of what lurks in the shadows and behind the
mirror, or hell, even study this dismal sort of chant.
Unless, of course, it was to a supple, perfumed prostitute who knew how to
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