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... barely registering in his foggy mind. The room was sterile, but within the haze of his pain, memories surfaced, unbidden and vivid, dragging him back to a time when life was simple, yet unknowingly fragile.
Jefferson had been only ten years old, a boy full of curiosity and boundless energy. He lived in the small, idyllic village nestled in the shadow of Mount Celestia. The gods were revered as divine protectors, their names whispered with awe and prayers offered at dawn and dusk.
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