Evan's breath paused imperceptibly.
The recorder immediately looked up, the tip of his pen hovering. In the shadow, the figure standing against the wall moved slightly - it was "Shadow", he always stood there, like a breathing stone.
"The wear marks on the well rope," Evan continued, his voice calm, "are mainly concentrated at the three o'clock position on the east side, and the wear depth is about one knuckle, which indicates that heavy objects have been lifted and lowered frequently recently, with a frequency of about three to five times a day. It does not match the number of defenders, so it is recommended to focus on investigation."
The recorder's pen came down again.
In Evan's memory palace, the well rope at his uncle's house is indeed frayed, but it is not at three o'clock, but at six o'clock. The depth of wear is not one knuckle, but half a finger. The frequency is not three to five times a day - cousin Leah has to fetch water six times a day because her aunt is always washing and washing her.
He modified his memory.
This is not allowed. The first commandment of the Windspeaker: What you see is what you remember, and what you remember is what you say. Memory must be a mirror, not a canvas.
But Evan has changed thirty-seven details. It started three years ago, when he first realized that the information he was delivering would lead to a bloodbath in a border village.
"... Repetition completed."
