“Let me speak to the echo of her before she was born.”
“I know,” Corin said. “That’s why it’s a taboo request. And that’s why I brought the Ics Tor.” -taboo request icstor-
Elara stared at the spinning feather. To grant the request was to permit a man to seduce a ghost that hadn't been born yet, to alter the causal stream for one moment of impossible tenderness. “Let me speak to the echo of her before she was born
“That’s a Class-One Erosion,” Elara said, her throat dry. “You’d erase the possibility of her entire ancestry. She would never have been born to die. She would simply… never be.” To grant the request was to permit a
Not resurrection. Not time travel. Something worse. He wanted to reach into the quantum foam of un-lived lives, find the pattern that would eventually become his wife, and demand a conversation with a soul that had not yet chosen to exist.