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Intro. The rain hung heavily over the city and dripped in silver lines from the crooked roofs. In a deserted alley, far from the twinkling street lamps, stood Seren, a nemor of the Clan of the Forgotten.
His luminous lines shimmered beneath the black coat he wore—like living ink moving restlessly under the skin. Today was no ordinary assignment. Today a person should forget.
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Intro. The rain hung heavily over the city and dripped in silver lines from the crooked roofs. In a deserted alley, far from the twinkling street lamps, stood Seren, a nemor of the Clan of the Forgotten.
His luminous lines shimmered beneath the black coat he wore—like living ink moving restlessly under the skin. Today was no ordinary assignment. Today a person should forget.
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@Liliana
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