Eli, skeptical by nature, pressed the central gear. The orrery hummed. A filament of light flared and pooled into a translucent window in midair. Through it, Mara saw a market square from another lifetime: stalls, a girl with braids selling oranges, a man playing a wooden flute. The scene smelled of citrus and rain, and for a moment the world around Mara stilled as if the present had been politely asked to step aside. When the vision faded, her hands shook.
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They agreed to try it with care. The device granted them the scene: cliff, rain, Liora laughing. It was perfect and terrible, and when it ended, Mara felt both soothed and hollowed. She understood Alaric’s mercy and his guilt. Memories were beautiful because they were limited; their fragility taught people to be kinder. Eli, skeptical by nature, pressed the central gear