Book Eight: Chapter 194

“Remember,” she whispered, her voice draping across the sleeping couple like a blanket. The room disappeared around them, but the bed remained. They were now inside of what could have been a church or school, all the children of the village. There were perhaps forty of them, all huddled between the pews as Lady Charlotte walked around their periphery.

“Stay away from the windows,” she said, her voice trembling with sadness.

Nyx immediately moved to the windows and saw that they had been boarded up. There were patches in this memory, but she allowed it to play out. Shrieks of pain and terror could be heard outside of the building, but Charlotte attributed the sound to those who were dying of a mysterious plague.

Children called out for their parents, but the building had been boarded up from the inside. There were giant patches in the memory itself, places where neither sleeper had looked. The image became fuzzy in those places and lacked any sort of detail.