"Say his name," Gad said, more to himself than anyone else. "Say his name."
"Whose name?" Mira asked, moving toward him.
"The guard. The one who—" Gad stopped, the sentence collapsing halfway through. He could see the shape of the memory, the moment the entity swallowed something whole in the ruins above, the shock on Talven's face. But the name itself was gone, a hole where a person used to be.
"Oris," Mira said gently. "Gad, his name was Oris."
"Oris." Gad repeated it, testing it against the empty space in his mind. It didn't fit back into place the way it should have. It sat there like a word borrowed from someone else's memory instead of his own. "I know that's his name because you just told me. Not because I remember him saying it himself."
Bellan straightened from the altar, an
