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Last published Thu, Jul 22, 2021
Prologue:
Between moments of tranquility, while the darkness loomed, My memories are not clear enough and how little I know I have a name ... Fefnir my name is Fefnir.
- Are you okay!?
An upset woman approached was red-haired but I don't remember why she approached me ... Well, that doesn't matter anymore.
I closed my eyes with the intention of not waking up but I felt a weight on my chest that made me avoid sleeping forever. Why have I forgotten?
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