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Just as i predicted.
Im forgetting everything. Im such a dammned fool! I don't remember how to speak or the damn langauge of thicountry. My legs feel dead and full of lead, weighing me down to this blasted earth.
How long have I been lying here anyways?
hear shouting, worried voices.
I see a woman stareing down at me.
She has black hair...like me?
she has brown eyes...like me?
She has a mothers smile "He's alive"
I dont remember who she is though.....
--Ling Yao,
12 Prince of Xing ------- December 23 the promised year
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