In an instant, all the memories rushed back into his mind. Alistair felt a brief wave of dizziness as his thoughts grew chaotic, flashing with a scene he had never witnessed before.
In the blistering heat of summer, a black-haired boy sat in the corner of a shabby, cluttered room, boredly counting flies.
Alistair was dazed for a fleeting second before quickly realizing whose memory this was, masking the expression on his face.
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