Disclaimer: Recital in this chapter is not my writing.
'For satins sake, this I char. Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge their minds of memories grim, of pains from recent slights and sins. When the fire goes out, the crystal turns black, the spell will be cast."
Present Day :- December 14th 1888, 4:40pm.
Poor bunny, your sacrifice won't be forgotten. It's better for you, you'll be able to see whatever loved ones you've lost to the hunters and butchers of this isolated and dim town of ours and if you really feel like it... I'm giving you the chance to get revenge... if you really want it.
Everything's in place, I have the spell, I have the equipment and I have the carcass, how peaceful it's drained self is. Time for the recital... For satins sake, this I char. Let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge their minds of memories grim, of pains from recent slights and sins. When the fire goes out, the crystal turns black, the spell will be cast.
Present Day :- December 14th 1888, 5:30pm.
I'd returned to Mirkwood later that day, walking into a nearby bar... I saw Terrance, the son of the bar tender and close friend of Sarah cleaning dishes behind the counter. I had to put on an act, I dreamt to be an actress once. I can see now my date had other plans for me.
"Terrance, I didn't realise you'd started working for your father".
"Oh hello Eliana, how are you? I wouldn't say I'm working just doing him a favour since he's been busy helping build the new town hall".
"Ah, I'd heard about the construction happening from Sarah".
"Sarah...? Who is... have a met this person?"
The spell appeared to erase all episodic memory of Sarah without erasing their general memories. Exactly how I planned.
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