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The rain hung heavily over the city and dripped in silver lines from the crooked roofs. In a deserted alley, far from the twinkling street lamps, stood Seren, a nemor of the Clan of the Forgotten. His luminous lines shimmered beneath the black coat he wore—like living ink moving restlessly under the skin. Today was no ordinary assignment. Today a person should forget.
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The rain hung heavily over the city and dripped in silver lines from the crooked roofs. In a deserted alley, far from the twinkling street lamps, stood Seren, a nemor of the Clan of the Forgotten. His luminous lines shimmered beneath the black coat he wore—like living ink moving restlessly under the skin. Today was no ordinary assignment. Today...Read more