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... he scene unfolding before him. He struggled to pinpoint why the sight felt so oddly familiar. Was it during one of those raid dungeons? I can’t remember exactly...
That was rare for him. Every major incident he’d experienced since stepping outside of the White Snowfield, every brush with death and every strange encounter, was stored in his memory in vivid detail.
Yet, right now, no matter how hard he tried to recall, the answer evaded him. Not remembering was a foreign feeling, a ...
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