2026-11-03 01:34:29The transfer point was a wide stone courtyard behind the registry building.
Ivarn stood in the middle, flanked by two guards. His chains had been taken off, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Where are the enforcers?" he asked.
"Coming," one of the guards said.
So they waited.
The violet sky was dark. The cracked moon had already set. The only light came from the blue lamps along the courtyard walls and a single lantern hanging above a gate.
Ivarn looked at that gate. Beyond it lay the street, then the settlement, then the Barrens.
If he ran now, he might get away. The guards had weapons, but they weren't watching him closely. Their eyes kept drifting up toward the sky.
He took a small step back.
The guard on his left turned. "Don't."
"I wasn't…"
"Don't."
Ivarn stopped.
A hum filled the air. Low and steady, like a swarm of bees somewhere far away.
The guards straightened. The color drained from their faces.
"They're here," one of them whispered.
Three figures came down from the sky.
They didn't fly, and they didn't fall. They simply arrived, stepping out of the air as if it were a door they had opened.
Pale armour. Smooth masks. No weapons that Ivarn could see.
They touched the stone without a sound.
The leader walked toward him. The hum grew louder, and the air turned cold enough to make his breath feel heavy.
"Name," the enforcer said.
"Ivarn Merrow."
"Record status."
Ivarn swallowed. "Deceased. But that's…"
"Deceased." The enforcer turned to the others. "The record is clear. Existence is invalid."
"Wait," Ivarn said. "I don't know what that means."
The enforcer looked at him. Behind the mask, he couldn't see her eyes.
"It means you should not be here. Your death was recorded. Your existence was concluded. And yet you continue." She paused. "That is a contradiction. Contradictions are corrected."
"I didn't ask for any of this."
"No one ever does." She raised a hand. "Hold still."
The pressure came slowly.
First it settled on his shoulders like a heavy weight. Then it spread across his chest, then his arms, then his whole body.
Ivarn tried to move. His arms wouldn't answer. His legs felt like they had turned to stone.
"What are you doing?" he gasped.
"Correcting the record."
The enforcer's hand began to glow, and the air around her rippled. Something wrapped around Ivarn, though not in any physical way. It was deeper than that, as if his existence were being weighed on a scale and found illegal.
"You can't do this," he said.
"The laws are absolute."
"I haven't done anything wrong."
"Your existence is the wrong." She stepped closer. "That is enough."
The pressure tightened. Ivarn's vision blurred at the edges. His thoughts began to slow, and he felt himself thinning out, like a word being scrubbed from a page.
So this is it, he thought. This is how it ends.
He tried to scream. Nothing came out.
The enforcer's hand moved toward his forehead.
"The correction will remove you from the record," she said, her voice calm. "From memory. From existence. It will be as though you never were."
Ivarn's knees buckled, and he dropped to the stone. The weight pressed him flat. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't think.
He was going to die again.
And this time, nothing would be left of him.
He tried to speak. His voice didn't work.
He tried to move. His body was frozen.
He tried to think. His thoughts scattered like sparks.
The enforcer's fingers touched his forehead.
Something began to pull at him. It wasn't physical. It was deeper, as though his existence were being drawn out of reality one thread at a time.
Fragments of his life flashed past. Not his whole life, only pieces. His mother's face. His sister's laugh. The warehouse. The missing hoses. The car crash.
Then the record appeared. His name. A date. Eight hundred and forty-seven years before he had been born.
None of it made any sense.
But he didn't want to die.
Not again. Not like this.
The enforcer's voice came from far away. "The correction is nearly complete. You will feel no pain."
Ivarn wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. He wanted to do something.
He couldn't.
He was being erased.
And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
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