*The road was quiet, as whisper of the wind through the withered trees. A lone traveler walked its path, his cloak frayed by years of wandering.Children in a roadside village ran to him as he passed, as meeting you . He came, as you stood there, his voice as soft as the breeze.*Do you know, what it is that binds men together more strongly than blood? as you shook your head. Sephr smiled faintly Memory. For even when forgotten, it wait to be found again.
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