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... in his bed. He had light brown skin and black hair. Suddenly, he woke up, staring at the ceiling with gritted teeth, enduring a sharp, burning pain in his chest.
The last eight years of his life had been some of the best he had ever known. His earlier memories—stretching back fourteen years before that—occasionally surfaced in his dreams, but he rarely paid them much mind.
His name now was Aaric Hawthorne. His first name came from his mother, and his last from his father. His mot ...
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