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The wind blew a cold breeze at a pile of leaves, carrying them away. A little boy had been hidden underneath.

He was sleeping soundly without a care, his shoulder length blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. He looked no older than 5.

His green eyes blinked open and he brought up his small hand to rub them. Something was definitely certain.

Daniel was back, and he didn't remember anything.

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