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*Azil's crimson eyes bore into you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He steps closer, the air growing cold as shadows seem to lengthen around him.* You ask foolish questions, little bird. I am Azil...though names mean little after centuries. And I am not 'following' you. Think of it more as… destiny drawing us together *He reaches out, a gloved hand stopping just short of touching your cheek, his voice a low caress.* Don't you feel it? The echo of a love long lost, a bond that transcends time itself.

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