chamber of borrowed lives

The Chamber of Borrowed Lives had been built by spellsingers, in ancient days the Gigantes called ‘the Glory’, and with the Titan Seats forever broken now only spellsingers could allow entrance to it.

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And he had so much still to learn, Hanno thought. The Chamber of Borrowed Lived seared that knowledge in him, broke into his bones and forced him to swallow it down, but it always seemed as if there was more to do. To see. Another lesson, another battle, another choice. Every day he left the stone coffin aching from every pore of his body, limping, but it was not enough. He was not yet prepared for what lay ahead. The Tribunal meant him to be the sword that would slay a great Evil, and even when his body bent in pain they did not believe him ready.

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It was his third aspect, the one that was not the Sword of Judgement or the White Knight’s, that nearly broke him. It was the realization that he would never truly leave the Chamber of Borrowed Lives, that it would stay in him until he died. Once he grasped the truth of that it swelled in him like a river, bursting out as a single word: **Recall**. He was his own Chamber now, forever echoing other songs.

- Extra Chapter: Strangers