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... of images surged into his mind, vivid and overwhelming. They depicted a man whose face felt achingly familiar, yet distant, like a half-remembered dream.
Slowly, the man’s face became clear—it was his father, the very man whose painting he had been gazing at just moments ago.
The man appeared lonely, wounded, and helpless, betrayed by the very allies he had trusted. He had been brutally ambushed, yet he managed to survive in a lower world. There, he met Aengus, whom he chose as ...
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