In the long run, Zorian knew he already had a perfectly good solution for remembering things with perfect clarity—he could make memory packets like those of the Cyorian matriarch, storing them in his mind for future recall. The map of Cyoria’s underworld that the matriarch had left him was still as crystal clear in his mind as it had been the day he had assembled it from the scattered remnants left in the minds of the male survivors of the colony. It served as a shining example of what was possible for one who could master the procedure of creating such things. And it wasn’t like learning how to do that would be an additional time sink, either. Learning how to handle memory packets was something he was already working on. It was his current priority, in fact.
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