Time's Mistress
“I’ve heard it called the Memory Palace, then again, I’ve heard it called the House of Dreams. I’ve never had dreams so I wouldn’t know how true that is. I’ve heard this place called the well of souls, too, by new arrivals struggling to comprehend the enormity of it. Though why they think that, I have no idea. There is no bucket you can lower into the shimmering depths and draw up again, over-spilling with life. There’s only one word that comes to mind when I think of it, prison. An infinite prison of sweeping turrets and spires, of dark windows and darker dungeons. And maybe somewhere in here there is a capstone that can be lifted to uncork the wonders of the world. Even I don’t know every inch of this place, and I am both curator and warden here, as much a part of the place as any of the forgotten I tend.I’m not the first and I won’t be the last of my kind. We burn up and are born again, filled with the same memories and torments. We are the stuff of legend. They call us the Phoenix,... but that is a simplification of our curse.MoreLess
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