Memory Destroying 2

“Please, Jace,” she said.

He nodded heavily. The spell wasn’t even that difficult to muster. He had such proficiency with it, like a rehearsed piece of music. He was present in her mind in the span of a few breaths, searching through flickering memories of Trostani and Exava and Calomir, brushing through her thoughts of him in his patterned blue cloak. Finally he narrowed the spell to focus on a moment in a storm when he showed her the truth of the man he really was.

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He hovered there, with that memory cradled in his consciousness like a sip of water cupped in his hands.

He tightened his grasp, and the memory disintegrated. She embraced him as the spell ended, the polite end of a visit. She walked to the top of the stairs. He watched her descend out of sight, and then he turned to the window and looked out at the towers of Ravnica.

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Dragon's Maze: The Secretist Part 3, Chapter 12