He watched as, like a nightmare, his friend's teeth lengthened, sharpened. They sank into the book, ripping out chunks of it The sound of the tearing paper was a cry of pain. Then as it vanished, Ter saw the wonder in it. The glow of the story lit Page from within, and civilization returned to his face. And yet...the story was still in Ter's mind, fresh and true. He could rewrite it as soon as he got back to his desk.
Page licked his lips. "Thanks," he said in his guttural voice. "I know...that must've been hard." Ter hummed a nondescript affirmative. "Have you ever seen one of us Eat before?
Shaking his head, Ter looked into Page's eyes. "It was kind of...beautiful, near the end."
"Yes," Page smiled, "I was hoping you'd see that side of it. And I can recite the story to you, every word. In fact, I cold recite every story I've ever consumed."
"But...I don't understand. The Scholars said that Eating erases a story from all memory...but I remember it as well. I could write it down right now." Ter looked down at his hands, realizing that he was beginning to question all that he'd been taught.
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