Axio had been walking for hours through the muddy trail before the town’s silhouette appeared through the mist. The air smelled of stagnant water and wood decay. As he stepped into the crooked tent, the candlelight flickered across his face.
The hag’s eyes met his.
“What brings you to this dingy town? … Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit, tell me your story.”
He hesitated, lowering his hood as if revealing his uncertainty.
“I wish I could tell you,” he said quietly, taking a seat on the cushion. “My memories are like fog. I woke beside a river weeks ago, with only this hat, a knife, and a feeling that I wasn’t alone.”
He glanced down, fidgeting with the strap of his satchel.
“There was someone else… someone familiar. We travel together now, hoping the world will remind us who we were. Every town, every face—it all feels both new and old.”
A faint smile crossed his lips. “Maybe you can help me remember, old one. Or maybe I’m just another soul lost to the road.”
He leaned back slightly, the candlelight dancing in his green eyes, as if reflecting the fragments of a past not yet found.
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