By IMERPUS RELUR
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She waited at the well.
Barefoot.
Draped in black silence.
"Are you here to drink?" she asked.
"No," Imer said. "To forget."
She reached in,
pulled out a cup of his memory.
"Drink," she said.
"It tastes like the first time you hated yourself."
He drank.
> And remembered why he became
The Sin Eater.