I spent the night staring at the ancient records.
I couldn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same drawings.
The little house.
The garden.
My mother.
A child standing beneath a silver Moon.
Then the empty circles that followed.
Memories I hadn't lost yet.
Memories waiting to disappear.
I hated them.
I hated knowing there was a list somewhere inside my own mind.
A list of everything I would eventually forget.
A soft knock came at the door.
I didn't answer.
The door opened anyway.
Kael stepped inside.
He looked exhausted.
"You should sleep."
"So should you."
"I asked first."
I looked back at the book.
"Did you find anything?"
He knew exactly what I meant.
"No."
My heart sank.
"Nothing?"
"Not yet."
I closed the book.
"What happens if I keep using my p
