The spirit was bright, white like a flame, and from the darkness of my cell, I could not stand look upon him. My eyes burned as if touching fire. His voice, too, was dreadful: The power of his speach shook my bones out of their joints. I trembled. I would have fallen to the floor were not my arms manacled to the wall.
“Forget,” he said, and that is the first thing I can remember. He commanded me to forget, and I forgot everything: Why I was here, who I was, and everything else. I don’t even remember my name.
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