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For the next days Kethril moved through the witch's house both himself and not. He carved trinkets, braided charms, set cairns of stones to hold spells. Each time Lysa tried to climb some small defiance—a stolen apple, a note whispered to another captive—he felt a tug in his chest like a fish on a line. Pain flared—sharp enough to make him forget the curve of his own name. He would stop her, not always out of loyalty to Maerwynn but because the pain of her memory searing his insides was worse than any lash.

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Kethril began to use the knowledge Maerwynn had forced into him. If Lysa felt a longing for the marsh, he would place a carved reed in her cell. If she reached for a stolen loaf, he made sure a hidden crumb appeared where her fingers could find it. Each small kindness he managed was a silent rebellion against the part of the curse that made him choke on other people's memories. For the next days Kethril moved through the

What exactly is the curse? Is it a mark of death, or a brand of ownership? Unraveling the mechanics of the magic often parallels the unraveling of the characters' emotional walls. Pain flared—sharp enough to make him forget the