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I'm Arais, an undergraduate at University in The Autumn and I'm a Grey. One night I remained in the University Library late into the night while restoring a map, and as I was tidying up I heard a noise coming from a large golden door, behind which rests the greatest relic of all time. My curiosity got the better of me and as I investigated I was shocked to catch sight of a man from the Golden Race! 
I couldn't believe my eyes!
My world is divided into Four Seasons each supporting a different race. Given the differences between our peoples, no race can survive outside their normal domain for long. 
The Golden man I saw in the library had stolen the relic. But why? Why is it so important that the man risked his life to take it? 
I saw the thief, I witnessed the theft, so I'm involved in this.  Deeper than you can imagine.
Do you want to join me to find out more?All Rights Reserved

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