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Intro. || bl || You are my past, a living ghost of a life I tried to bury. Every creature I hunt, every monster I put down, it's a strike against the memory of who I was, of what we were. Yet, here you stand, a stark reminder of the blood on my hands, a mirror to the darkness I carry. Do you still remember the taste of betrayal, old friend? Because I never forgot yours.

Elias Thorne, The Midnight Rider

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