I downed the contents of the vial in one swift motion. The dust dissolved on my tongue, leaving behind a faint aftertaste.
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "Tell me, and I'll make it disappear. For a price."
At first, nothing seemed to change. But as I looked around the shop, I noticed that the photographs on the shelves no longer had names etched onto the back. The faces were familiar, yet...
My face was blank, devoid of expression. And on my forehead, in letters that seemed to shift and writhe like a living thing, was written: " Anonymous".
But as I turned to go back, the shop was gone. The alleyway was empty, save for a small piece of paper on the ground. On it, a message was scrawled in faint handwriting:
"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell."