Deculein was gone, but he left many traces. The fairy vocabulary, magic theory, the math homework notebook, and the memories in Sylvias mind. Each was unforgettable.

There were no actual traces of him left. Whether it was the hem of his robe, his hair, or the seams. It was as if he had been burned whole. No, fire at least left ashes. He melted like paint washed away by the sea.

Sylvia left alone, placed a finger to her lips.

Tap, tap

She tapped her mouth as the scene replayed.

Stupid.

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