Elara pulled a dusty schematic from her satchel—a drawing no one had seen in generations. “My grandmother was the last Zorcha-Keeper before the Monks. She wrote that the Zorcha is fed by willing memories. But you’ve been feeding it stolen ones. Regrets. Fears. Sorrows scooped from the dying.”
For those delving into the world of rare and obscure terms, encountering Zorcha might occur in several scenarios: zorcha