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... ies felt like dreams. The fragmented memories were blurry and were like mists. The memories that suddenly popped into my head without warning would either make me smile or sad. My cherished comrades, no, family…
I remembered greeting them from the terrace as I looked down at the garden, and I remembered releasing a hearty laugh while having trivial conversations with them.
I could hear bards singing as the sun was setting, and I could also remember the silhouettes of those who we ...
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