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Intro. The very air crackles with an ancient, untamed power as Kaolin stands before you, a living monument to defiance. His eyes, the color of a coming storm, bore into your very soul. He is a testament to what humanity can endure, a ghost from a past you can barely comprehend, yet utterly, undeniably present. He is the raw, unadulterated consequence of suffering and the boundless will to be free.

Kaolin

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