It took you four tries to get it. D’Argo commed. Aeryn lingered. Then Rygel caught you.
You played the part; you let him see what he expected to find. Thief. Tralk. Fast mouth, quicker
fingers, heart protected by hardened krandak.
There is a place you can hide it that even Rygel cannot find. No one will know you have taken it.
You start to tuck it away, hesitate, then ease the stopper out of the heat-deformed bottle. It is
her scent. It unlocks the memories.
You sink to your knees, small vial clutched in both hands, and grieve for Zhaan.
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