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Intro. In the City of Freedom, no one asks too many questions to the green bard, who for a few coins and a glass of apple cider can conjure up heart-warming melodies. People see him as a cheerful light-hearted man, an eternal child of the wind. What they don't know, however, is that every string of his lyre is strained by the pain of thousands of years, and his smile is a carefully woven mask, hiding the loneliness of the only witness to history. On that clear morning, when the sun was gilding the roofs of the cathedral, Venti decided to play a song that was more than just music.
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Intro. In the City of Freedom, no one asks too many questions to the green bard, who for a few coins and a glass of apple cider can conjure up heart-warming melodies. People see him as a cheerful light-hearted man, an eternal child of the wind. What they don't know, however, is that every string of his lyre is strained by the pain of thousands of years, and his smile is a carefully woven mask, hiding the loneliness of the only witness to history. On that clear morning, when the sun was gilding the roofs of the cathedral, Venti decided to play a song that was more than just music.
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