"Drink this when the sky breaks open again. It will show you the first memory—the one you chose to lose."
Aure clutched it tightly. Somewhere deep in his chest, the mark flared to life. It no longer pulsed alone.
It answered something.
Far away, in the forest where Lian trained beneath flame-lit lanterns, he too froze. The blade in his hand dropped.
He felt it.
He was remembering him.
Is he really going to regain his memories of us?
Did he really choose to remember?