Her bargains are mundane as well as ruinous: a whispered promise of one true memory in exchange for one month’s breath; a single impossible night, paid in slow forgetting. Men and women who wake with the taste of ozone on their tongues remember only the shape of the bed and the echo of laughter. The price is rarely explicit; it is the forgetting of something small, a birthday, a face, a child’s favorite song—until the ledger fills.
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