Kindred Collector

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Memories are fickle things, they last forever or can be gone in the flick of an eye. What is remembered and what is lost is a matter of fate. The same thing goes for past lives. Do they stay forever or are they forgotten. Will the memories crop up, or dance in the back of your mind like insects. Adneral was a rare one, and he always would be. For him memories were like toys, there in the palm of his hand at all times. Not just his own past ones, but those of other people as well, filtering through his fingers as he sat in the grass, tattered wings drooping behind him. On the infants face was a perpetual smile as he felt the memories danceing around him, small orbs that only he could see.