Weight of Memories

ROWAN’S POV

The scale wakes up between us. Cold light spreads across the black table like living ice, and I feel it reaching for me.

I suddenly think of the man I saw earlier on my tour. His eyes had clouded completely white, and a sick feeling drops into my stomach as I finally understand.

He had wagered his memories, and the house had collected.

A sharp, insistent prick drills into my head, hung