I was moved into Eric’s rooms the next day. My own rooms, when I went back to speak with Katlyn and Ashley, had been emptied and looked as if no one had been there in years. Cobwebs were strewn about the place, the floorboards were cracked and broken in various placed, and everything was covered in thick layers of dust. I looked at the bed to find the sheets horribly faded and moth-eaten and the canopy ragged and hanging all-around in tatters. It was so strange. I knew it was magic doing this, probably Eric trying to make me believe I had been with him all along. It did seem plausible that he would try to alter my memory. But did he have that ability? I wasn’t sure if I would be able to test the theory without giving it away that it hadn’t worked on me.
I would just have to ask Katlyn and
