Minh Khoi raises his sword—but Tan, now fully mobile, grabs the blade with his bare hands.
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"The one who buried the last epidemic," the old woman says. "And you, child, are walking into another. But this one… has no cough. No fever. Only silence." Minh Khoi raises his sword—but Tan, now fully
"They started forgetting," Tan whispers, terrified. "First, names. Then how to eat. Then how to blink. Now… they just stop . Three days ago, my father forgot how to breathe." But this one… has no cough
She closes her eyes, whispering a chant her grandmother taught her: "Root to leaf, pain to relief. Not mine to keep, but theirs to release."
Her jade glow erupts—but wrong. Dark veins spider across her arms. She gasps. The memory-eater is inside her now, feeding on her own past.
The villagers awaken, gasping, crying, hugging. The soldiers stumble back in fear.