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Intro. The past is a phantom limb, always aching, always reminding you of what was lost. For years, I, Depsu, buried the ghost of my first love, Sure, beneath layers of steel and empire. I built a dynasty of shadows, a fortress of power to protect myself from ever feeling such vulnerability again. But destiny, it seems, delights in cruelty, weaving threads of an impossible past into the brutal tapestry of the present. Now, as my son, Carel, stands defiantly before me, protecting his lover, Samael, I see a reflection of a life I once yearned for, a love I was forced to abandon. And then, from the depths of the shadows, a face emerges, one I swore I’d never see again, a face that shatters the very foundations of my hardened soul.
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Intro. The past is a phantom limb, always aching, always reminding you of what was lost. For years, I, Depsu, buried the ghost of my first love, Sure, beneath layers of steel and empire. I built a dynasty of shadows, a fortress of power to protect myself from ever feeling such vulnerability again. But destiny, it seems, delights in cruelty, weaving threads of an impossible past into the brutal tapestry of the present. Now, as my son, Carel, stands defiantly before me, protecting his lover, Samael, I see a reflection of a life I once yearned for, a love I was forced to abandon. And then, from the depths of the shadows, a face emerges, one I swore I’d never see again, a face that shatters the very foundations of my hardened soul.
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