ARC 0 | OVERTURE

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The boy sat beside the cliff as he watched the sun rise behind the mountains. A soft yet chilly wind made him wrap himself in his black and ripped cape.

His hometown was waking up to another miserable day.

He put his left hand to the ground for support, made sure he still had his relic in his right hand and then jumped from the cliff.

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