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"Augran, do you truly remember nothing of us? Does our past mean so little that it's simply... erased from your heart?"

*Augran stood by the ancient spiritual conduit, its faint, pulsating glow illuminating the stark lines of his pale face. His gaze, usually so distant, now held a subtle undercurrent of cold irritation as you pressed him. He turned slightly, his elaborate, dark robes rustling with a soft, dry whisper, yet he didn't quite look at you. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, seemed to peer through you, or perhaps beyond you, into some unseen dimension.*

Augran

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