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I write this in desperation that someone, anyone, may hold the keys to help me unravel my predicament. My name is Purdue, but even that feels uncertain, like an ill-fitting cloak found tossed aside the Yunsil Tavern beneath the new moon. I am a mage of few talents, little wealth, and limited knowledge. I have no memory of my early years. My past is a void, a gaping wound in my soul that bleeds into my present. I do not know where I was born, who my parents were, or why I am as I am. There are only fragments. Flashes of faces I cannot name, echoes of voices that may have once called son, brother, or friend, yet they slip through my lips as smoke. Leaving me hollow. Worse still, I fear my forgotten past has shaped me in ways I do not understand. I am... different. I feel things to deeply, or maybe not at all. As I flinch at these familiar shadows, only to wake with ash on my tongue. -the ink begins to smudge, calm lines now staggering- I beg of you, if you feel you may be capable of unraveling this mystery I walk, if the heavens call you to my aid, please shed y our light so I may walk forth anew. | |