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he insisted, coming close to me but it was no use, my body became numb and all I could feel was the pain. Forlorn, that was all I could think about. My sight started to blur as I foresee a shiny-sharp dagger cut through my heart while my heart went numb. "Fate can't even bother me, soon." That was all that I mumbled before I felt my heart halt and I finally fell on the ground, lifeless. END of FLASHBACK

“So what would you recommend?” He leaned forward. “A different course entirely. Memory lives not just in the mind, but in the body. The senses. The soul. If you’re willing, I’d like to begin now.” I nodded. “I am.” He smiled, then lit a small dish of herbs. The scent filled the space immediately—earthy, sharp, almost spicy. He explained that the blend was used in ancient packs for memory unlocking. He said it would stimulate the hippocampus and deepen subconscious access.

“I saw your annotations in it.” Hoyles’s eyes widened. “Didn’t I just give you that book before class? And the relevant material is near the back. I refuse to believe you just happened to flip to that page and memorize it. Medical knowledge is profound and difficult—without foundational knowledge, it’s hard to grasp after one reading.” “I read the whole book once and memorized it. But I only memorized it by rote—I don’t fully understand it.” “You memorized everything after just one read?” Hoyles grabbed my shoulders in disbelief.

“They are forgetting.” The words left my mouth slowly. Quietly. But they felt heavy, like stones falling into deep water. Kieran stared at me with confusion. His eyes searched my face as if he hoped I was wrong. “What do you mean they are forgetting?” he asked. His voice was low. Careful. I shook my head slowly. “I mean exactly what I said.” A pause stretched between us. Then I whispered, “Their memories are disappearing.” Kieran frowned. “That is impossible.”

Surely, by now, they were better acquainted enough for favours. “Vera, could you help me to record the observations if I become disoriented? Is there a way to reduce the side effects of viewing a memory clip? The hangover side effect in the morning is one of the worst.” Smirking at the lightweight regular, Vera shook her head. However, she readily prepared a memo to record Zen’s observation on his behalf.

Jack finished his story. He just finished telling the story of how he remembers me. I barely heard it, only remembered the important parts. Apparently, he had been having flashes, memories of me and our time together, for the past few months. They kept on coming as though they were trying to force themselves back into his brain where they originally belonged. I knew immediately what that meant. The medicine was fading... The drug which made him forget, it was fading. I had thought before that it could last forever. I was wrong.

The sound was like a nail being driven into the center of my forehead. Task Thirty-Three: The Substitute Teacher. The memories are being stored in the ‘Void-Chalk.’ To save the children, you must draw a memory more powerful than the ones they’ve lost. But be warned: a memory given to the slate is a memory lost to the giver. What will you forget to save the village?

Chapter 124 “I'm so sorry” The Doctor said “Oh no!” Alexa muttered, squeezing the edge of her top in her hand, her face curled in sadness and pain. Charles sighed, resting his head on his palm, his elbow resting on the table. “It’s Retrograde Amnesia and in days to weeks it fades away and the patient can begin to recall things” The Doctor added, seeing how dejected they were. “So, in a few days to weeks he will start remembering things?” Charles asked for more emphasis.

Hoping that the peace he felt right now would last forever. He could not remember exactly how long he had been here. All he remembered was when he was pulled over by a man named Leonard, who asked him to meet the man's father. His memory had almost disappeared, so all he could remember was vague. Even he himself began to forget all the memories of his life. His true identity, his memory, slowly began to fade. If he could compare his situation to a book, maybe he could be said to be like a book with the ink inside the book starting to fade before turning the book back into blank sheets of white paper.

I had loved my grandfather and I never even met him and to have him break my heart like this was just too much to bear. So without thinking I was doing the one thing that would make everyone happy. I looked over at the neuroscientist with my resolve and spoke the words that would be the end of who I was, hopefully forever. “You can erase my memories, I have no need for them since Bella Emerson is dead.”