The synthetic solitaire lies as heavy in my hand as the recollections of the passing time. Its edges bruise my palm, crush my phalanxes and flex my arm's sore muscles. In a moment of stasis, the eyes lost in the depths of the carved diamond, I remember... Elyne and Kenza. And Jahl who, for having loved them too much, had striven to wipe them out. Jahl especially.