The Forgotten Past: Aavna
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The past makes you who you are. It forms you as a person. Except we spend the first few years of our lives (which becomes the past) is in a fog. We don't remember anything from those years- and normally it is not a problem. Except in Aavna's case, she has hundreds of years of past only she's forgotten- which hasn't caused any problems. Until now.
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