Chapter 45: The Gift of Amnesia

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The Cure of Forgetting

Maybe if I lost my memories,
everything would finally make sense.

No Storm to haunt me.
No weight to carry.
No echoes of battles I never chose.

A clean slate.
An empty sky.
Silence where thunder used to live.

But memory is cruel.
It clings, it burns,
it refuses to loosen its grip.

And so I wake each day,
wishing for a forgetting
that never comes.

Maybe memory loss would solve everything.
Or maybe—
it would only erase me
along with the pain. 

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