Delphiniue looked at her hands. Where there had once been the full certainty of a name, she felt an answering hollow — not emptiness, but room to grow. The shell in her pocket was dull now; when she pressed it to her ear she heard only the distant echo of tides. The city had its memories back. People would carry them, and trade them, and forget them, and teach them, and keep them wrong and right in a thousand small ways.