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... le, once a place of solace, now felt like a cage every familiar stone and shadow a reminder of the life I had shared with Seraphina.

But I needed to step away, to find out who I truly was before all of this. Before Seraphina, before the Brotherhood, before everything I couldn't remember.

I slung the bag over my shoulder and took a deep breath, steeling myself for what came next. I knew Seraphina would be in her study, probably pouring over maps and strategies for our next move ag ...

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