The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory

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As the sun set, the sky visible through the attic ceiling began to glow crimson.

Not bad, I thought, lying in the cramped attic room.

It’s probably boiling in summer and freezing in winter, I added mentally—but even that couldn’t compare to life as a Trian at the Temple.

The door was locked from the outside, but there were no guards posted. I guess they didn’t think someone like me needed surveillance.

Fair enough. I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway.

This was the goal all along.

It had been about an hour since I lay down to rest when I suddenly heard water drip by the window.

Ah.

I sat up quickly.

It’s time.

That was Athena’s signal—meant to be used when Anais and Celia were left alone together.