She entered like memory—familiar without a face.
“It’s been long,” she said.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡszWXxbR27i
“Or maybe brief. You remember better than I do.”
I served her Rainspine Brew. It only pours when it’s foggy inside someone’s mind.
“Do I have a name here?” she asked.
“Once.”
She smiled.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA1F4kCtlIc
“That’s enough.”
She left a coin older than the floorboards.
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