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A forgotten life comes back only in scraps, borrowed from strangers who barely remember it either.
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Identity is less a fact we carry than a trail of addresses, photos, and names others happen to keep.
Die Gasse der dunklen Läden
Against a monster built from old pride, wit wins where strength would only get trapped.
The Mark of Athena
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