Inyazserg

“You're not finished," he said. "You better shower out here before you come in. He swung a sack off his back. "Clean clothes."
"Where should I shower?" I asked.
"There's a tap round the side," he replied. The same cold tap that I had been drinking from earlier.
"Leave your dirty clothes here." Again, I felt obliged to say thank you. "It won't help," he said, "reaching for your memories like that. They're not yours anymore." He shook his head.
"Perhaps tomorrow we can make some progress. Although, I suppose we've been saying that for some time." He chuckled to himself that dry, gravelly sound, like a beast growling.”
― Ben Luxon