Visions flash in my mind.

Sauska, glistening with oil in the lamplit cave. A man, bald and proud, stands on the steps of a temple as a young girl kneels at his feet. Blood in the dunes. A triumphant smile in the dark of night. The bracelet tightening like a snake on the forearm of a cloaked figure. Shrieks of pain.

When I come to, the bowl has stopped spinning. The bracelet lies at the bottom. Blackened, damaged, and waiting. I pick it up with both hands. This ...