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His eyes snap back into focus and he looks at me for a couple of moments. “It comes down to the difference between how yer kind experience time, and how the Folk do. Yer limited to yer own experiences, right? Ye got yer own memories, yer own past to draw on, plus whatever anyone else has told ye, right?”
I nod.
“Well, it don't work that way fer us. All us Folk're connected in a way. If one of us experiences somethin', that somethin' goes into the Weave. The Weave is like a collection o' memories, except that they're memories from lots o' different Folk, and we can all remember 'em. I knew you'd been to see Josephine because she knew it. Just like I knew Japhed had survived his fall because the Green Lady knew it, an' because Tesh and Nephra knew it. It ain't like I was there or nothin', but I was aware o' what had happened.”
“So this Weave . . . does that mean that you remember everything that's ever happened to any of the Folk . . . ever?” My mind boggles at the implications. I have a hard enough time trying to shut out the thoughts and emotions of people around me sometimes; I can't even fathom the maddening effect of being aware of everything that every human in the world is aware of.
“It ain't that simple, Cor. Sometimes things fade out o' the Weave, and sometimes things get distorted or covered over. Sometimes they don't make it in in the first place. It ain't like a science, there ain't really rules fer it. But yeah, I guess that's the long an' the short o' it.”
