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Echoes Of The Five

RAL_ju
The world began with snow. Or at least, that’s how he remembers it. He woke with every jewel that should have made him whole. Eyes that could see. Ears that caught every sound. A beating heart. Breath that burned in his lungs. Yet the things beneath them, the ones that made him who he was, had vanished. His name. His past. Even the memory of how he came to be there. He learned quickly that winter showed no mercy. The cold didn’t care who he had been. It only cared whether he kept moving. Survival became his only language. And instinct,his only parent. He wrapped himself in clothes abandoned by strangers whose faces he would never know, and walked among trees that bore the weight of the dead. Now, the search for his identity has become something far more terrifying. Because before he can discover who he is…he must uncover what could erase a man’s past…without erasing the man.
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