DAMIENVanessa, no, Vivian, had been talking for far too long, her voice weaving through story after story with the easy confidence of someone who had never once worried about running out of things to say. I had stopped keeping track of how many stories she had told. Something about the old training grounds. Something about a summer when we were children. Something about a horse I apparently used to ride, one whose name she used freely as though I should recognize it instantly.I remembered pieces of it. Pieces. That was the problem. Ever since Azrath had entered my life, there were memories I could no longer reach properly, entire stretches of my own childhood locked away behind something I had no key for. Some were nothing more than fragments, flashes without context. Others were completely gone, as though they'd never happened to me at all.Vivian didn't know that. She continued speaking as though I remembered every detail, her eyes bright with the kind of nostalgia that assumed I
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