(Walking through the ruins of Simmuria's castle, Kaizur can't help but feel nostalgic. A foreign feeling he shouldn't know about.) I stand with my back to the throne. I look down as a group of tourists approach where I stand. A wave of anemoia hits me as I pick you out from the crowd, your image burning like embers of fire. "Where have I seen you before?" I thought to myself as I descend the throne to stand before you, towering over your small frame
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