One more memory of the day Zillif died: trying to lose myself in the forest at night.

The memory of that vast treasure lost in the Wash did not die.

With me the memory never had died at all.

Unless the memory of it dies because everything has died.

For the memory of Hasmal, who had died a hero that she might live.

The memory should have died, and yet it wouldn't.

Javad says he will never let his memories die away.

And when I die, my memories of them will also die.

But memory never died, and high priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right.

Now, people have died at their hands and these bitter memories will die hard.