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Over a decade ago...
In the shadow of the Holy Tree of Eden, the moon cast its glow upon a solemn gathering.
"I...beg you...take him," a woman's voice trembled through the night.
Lydia Alea Olphean stood there, barely twenty, cradling a small, white-haired boy in her arms, tears streaming down her face.
"Alea..." Another woman, resembling Lydia save for her dark hair, gazed at her younger sister with sorrow.
Seeing her nephew, Amael, in such a state p ...
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