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𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 π™‡π™Šπ™‘π™€ π˜Όπ™‰π˜Ώ π˜½π™€π™π™π˜Όπ™”π˜Όπ™‡ π˜Όπ™π™€ π˜½π™Šπ™π™‰π˜Ώ π˜½π™” π™π˜Όπ™π™€, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 π™Šπ™‰π™‡π™” π™Œπ™π™€π™Žπ™π™„π™Šπ™‰ π™„π™Ž: π™’π™ƒπ™Š 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 π™Žπ™π™π™„π™†π™€ π™π™„π™π™Žπ™? β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ β”ˆ ཐི ❀︎ ‬ཋྀ Over the course of humanity's time on this earth, we often retreat into reflection of all that was. We tend to examine where we've gone wrong, what we've achieved, and what lessons we might have think we've learned. Some might even hope that by looking back, we can prevent ourselves from repeating the mistakes of the past. Yet... we contradict ourselves, giving rise to the familiar adage: history repeats itself. For centuries, two souls have been ensnared by a curse. Fates entwined in ways neither can escape. One must always betray. One must always kill. The Order has long hunted these two souls, for theirs is the only altered DNA capable of powering an ancient relic, which is an artifact born of an even older tale: the story of The River. And when these cursed souls meet again, unaware of the history they've shared, the cycle begins anew. Old wounds ache with fresh pain. Trust dissolves like smoke. Passion flares into pure chaos, threatening to consume them both. He's the curse. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘡𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺. But together, they are the downfall of their own π—–π—’π—©π—˜π—§π—’π—¨π—¦π—‘π—˜π—¦π—¦. ཐི ❀︎ ‬ཋྀ #1 in interesting #1 in government #2 in loverstoenemies