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"My parents died when I was twelve," he said. "It wasn't some heroic sacrifice or tragic accident that marked me as special. It was a plague. A simple, mundane plague that swept through the lower districts of the city. They were visiting the sick, trying to provide aid with their limited cultivation abilities, when they were infected."
He paused, his hands clenching into fists. "For three weeks, I watched them waste away. Grandfather tried everything: the finest healers, the most ex ...
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