“Put it in the bullet,” Jesiba ordered Ithan, who unscrewed its cap and gingerly approached the seed. All the souls of the people here … the dreams of the dead, their love for the living … Ithan gently slid the bullet around the seed of light and replaced the cap. He lifted the bullet between his thumb and forefinger, its point digging into his skin. As the light floated up through the bullet, Memento Mori was briefly illuminated, letter by letter.
