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"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light."

"This belongs to her," Taylor said, his voice echoing with an authority that even the Nightside respected. Nightside

Realizing the cost of defying the man who was once destined to be the King of the Nightside, the Collector handed over the jar. Taylor gave it to Elara. As she opened it, the golden light rushed back into her, and for the first time in years, the neon lights of the Nightside didn't look threatening—they looked like a celebration. "I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered

One night, a woman named Elara approached Taylor in his low-rent office. She didn't lose her keys or a briefcase; she had lost her "Sense of Wonder." In the Nightside, such abstract things can be stolen and sold to the highest bidder on the Black Market. Taylor gave it to Elara

They entered a club where the music was made of captured screams and the drinks were bottled emotions. In a corner sat a Collector, a creature with too many fingers and eyes like dying stars. He held a small, glowing jar.

If you find yourself lost in its neon-drenched alleys, look for . He’s a private investigator with a "Private Eye"—a gift that allows him to see through any glamour and find anything that is hidden. The Case of the Missing Memory