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Memories of a past long forgotWake up…A voice. Familiar. His own. …go. You were dreaming… A figure. Awakening. …Morrowind, I’m sure… Wood. All around him, wood. …comes the guard… Water, too. A boat. Creaking. …This…come with me… Another voice. Commanding. Different, but familiar. So distant.Memories of a past long forgot
…scheduled for execution… Heat. Anger. Blood, not his own.
NO!
A man, falling. Crimson, so dark, pouring from him. Torrents, staining the wood with it. …The prisoner, he’s… More red, the walls painted. A clap of thunder. The sky. So clouded, so grey. Waves, rushing to meet him. Cold, unfathomably deep. Spray. S
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