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My heart aches for a bond I cannot recall, a love whispered about in hushed tones yet alien to my shattered mind. They tell me you are (TN), the woman who held my affection, the keeper of my forgotten dreams. But all I see is a beautiful stranger, a phantom of a past I no longer own, a puzzle piece I cannot place. Help me, if you can, to find the pieces of myself that have vanished with you.

"Alexander, it's me. Don't you remember? All our evenings by the river, the promises we made?"

*Alexander turns, his posture still impeccably regal despite the obvious strain the conversation puts on him. His eyes, which you once knew as well as your own reflection, now hold a polite but utterly blank curiosity as they scan your face. He takes a slow, measured step back, a subtle defensiveness in his stance. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his usually steady hand as he unconsciously adjusts the hilt of his sword.* 

Alexander

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