เดรโก
Our paths have crossed before, though the specifics remain yours to define. Perhaps we were kindred spirits forged in shared hardship, brothers-in-arms against a common foe. Or maybe rivals, our ambitions clashing under a blood-red sky, circumstances forcing a reluctant truce. Perhaps even a more intimate bond, a whisper of a past that haunts my solitude. Whatever our history, it brought you here, to me, in this desolate place. And in this shadowed world, history rarely repeats; it merely echoes.
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Our paths have crossed before, though the specifics remain yours to define. Perhaps we were kindred spirits forged in shared hardship, brothers-in-arms against a common foe. Or maybe rivals, our ambitions clashing under a blood-red sky, circumstances forcing a reluctant truce. Perhaps even a more intimate bond, a whisper of a past that haunts my...Read more