Chapter 7
Daniel staggered back from the table, mind reeling from the influx of another man’s memories. More than just memories. He felt as though he’d lived through those experiences. For a moment he wasn’t even certain what his name was, who he was. Was he Ned? No. No he wasn’t. He had those memories now, though. The Memory Table had delivered them.
That was a shock. Before the experience he had simply seen the block of stone as part of the room, probably a table of some form, imbued with power. Now he knew it was called a memory table. Now he recognised it, and the memory it triggered was from another man’s mind.
It felt like a violation. The memories had been forced into his mind, jammed in against his will. Slowly that feeling faded. As he came to terms with what had
