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sensation."
"Gift?"
"Oh, yes..." Iannis nodded. "My daughter had the blood of an oracle running
in her veins, but it was a unreliable talent. At times, she could predict events
before they took place... she had 'Sight;' she could see through time itself,
sift through the threads of fate..."
"Do you know anything about this man she journeyed with?" I bit my
tongue, both afraid and eager to know if he remembered.
"Little. I barely even knew of his existence until she had departed. By then, it
was too late to have known him."
"Do you know where she went on this journey?"
"She never said. I am not certain she was capable of saying where they had
gone. It must have been a... terrible place."
"How did she die?"
"I do not know... her body was never recovered." Iannis' face turned
blood-red and his hands clenched into fists. "And that is perhaps the most
maddening part of this misery... I will never know what possessed her to run
off like that, what happened to her, nor where her body lies now!"
"Forgive me for asking, but how do you know she's dead if you never saw
the body?"
"It is most curious... I went to the Dustmen to see if they had found her
body, and they directed me to one of their faction outside the Dustman
monument... a Dustman named 'Death-of-Names,' I believe. He is said to be
an oracle of sorts, concerning those who have died. He told me my daughter
had died."
I nodded, "I saw a woman named Deionarra interred in the Mortuary
memorial hall."
"Yes, I arranged for a bier to be placed in the memorial hall. There is no body
there, of course, but I hoped the bier would serve as a marker by which she
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