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time. This was a true memory. So far.

"We met a very long time ago," I said.

He chuckled. "Girl, I'd remember you. And 'a very long time ago' could only have been a few years for you."

I became aware of my body, knowing what I looked like even without a mirror. I had shape-shifted just before entering the village, taking on a form I had sworn I would never, ever wear again. And, in fact, after this day, I never would wear it again. I was in my original body: fifteen-year-old Letha, too tall with thick, tangled black hair. I'd come here to find out something. Something I had to know.

I gave Gaius a weak nod. My old self had been as shocked as my current self at what time had done to him. How long since I'd become a succubus and left my village? Thirty years ago?

"Can you tell me...is there a man here - a fisherman - named Marthanes? Does his family still live here?"

"Sure," he said. "Same house they've always been in, out past the - "

"I know where it is," I said quickly.

He shrugged, not minding my interruption. "He's probably down at the bay, though. He's too old to still be working but swears his sons-in-law can't get by without him."

Sons-in-law. Of course. My sisters would have gotten married long ago.

"Thanks," I said. I began to walk away. "It was nice seeing you again." He gave me a puzzled look but said nothing more.

I walked toward the bay, where the water glowed with such a vivid, teal-tinged blue that it seemed to be some Technicolor vision. Surely nothing in nature could produce such beauty. Longing and nostalgia welled up within my watching self.

The town was busy at midday, and I recognized more faces than I expected. Children I'd known grown to adulthood, adults I'd known now in their golden years. The waterfront was just as busy, with ships loading and unloading goods that made commerce in the Mediterranean boom. It took me a while to find my father, and here, I earned more looks than I had in the village. Women were rare in this district, choosing to avoid the rough sailors and workers. I located my father largely because of his voice, shouting orders just as he had in my youth.

"Are you trying to cost me a fortune? What do you do out there all day? My granddaughter could catch this many fish wading by the beach!"

He was yelling at a man I didn't know, his face sheepish and cowed as he displayed what must have been today's meager catch. I wondered if this was one of my sisters' husbands. The man promised to do better and then scurried away.

"Fa - Marthanes?"

My father turned at my approach, and I tried not to gasp. Like Gaius, the years had carved away Marthanes the fisherman as well. How old would he be now? Sixties? Seventies? Time had grown blurred since I became immortal.

"What do you want?" he snapped. "I've got no use for prostitutes anymore. Go down to Claudius if you're looking for business. He hasn't slept with his own wife in ten years. Not that I blame him. That woman's a harpy."

Age might have grayed and thinned out his hair, lines might have creased his face...but my father's tongue was still the same.

"N-no. That's not why I'm here. I met you...a few years ago."

He frowned, looking me up and down. "Never seen you in my life. Pretty sure I'd remember someone as tall as you."

As a succubus, I could change into any man's fantasy, taking on the shape of a woman whose beauty transcended words. Yet, even with that ability, the old remarks about my height still stung.

"Well, I remember you." Seeing his eyes shift impatiently to his workers, I asked, "Do you know a musician named Kyriakos? He'd be my age - er, about thirty years older than me. He used to live south of town."

My father snorted. "That Kyriakos? He's no musician. He took over his father's business when he died. Does okay with it, even though the rates he demands for my fish are ridiculous."

"Does he still live in his same house?"

"You mean his father's house? Yes. Like you said, in the south." My father's restlessness was palpable now. He didn't know me. He had no use for me.

"Thank you," I said. I was about to tell him it was nice to see him, as I had Gaius, but my father was gone before