The memories of that life came with me as I tore myself out of the spell. A whole life; memories of my parents, of events that never happened, of a woman I never met, but loved, hung about me like a fog. Cedric had walked away from me. I came gasping to my feet, and turned, whipping my hand and the chain outward. He dodged, turning away, though the key tore open the back of his jacket.
“Awake are you?” Cedric sounded surprised. “Henry should 've had to ship what was left of you to Bedlam.”
I was crying, but took a shaking step forward. “How dare you?” I demanded. “How dare you? My life; erased- all that I've done.”
“Why you've got it backwards, old boy.” chuckled. Cedric. “I'm not taking your life- I'm giving it to you.” He exhaled hard and the glittering cloud came towards me. I tried to ward it off but it enveloped me, filling my lungs, making me cough as I had not all night. My weeping eyes watered, and closing before I could stop them and-
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