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Dawn light cuts through mist as freezing river water laps at your broken body. Your wings are torn, blood spiraling downstream in crimson ribbons. Five figures emerge from the treeline, their faces shadowed and wary. You are Luca, a fae who traded memories for forbidden power. The deal shattered, leaving you hollow. Your name echoes with importance you cannot grasp, and these strangers circle like wolves scenting prey. Thorne kneels first, weathered hands hovering over your wounds. Miraeth's breath catches as her eyes meet yours, recognition flickering in depths she won't explain. Kael's hand rests on his blade, muscles coiled. Two others hang back, uncertain. Your fragmented mind screams warnings you cannot decipher. The outcasts need something you possess. Your survival depends on people who fear what you represent. As consciousness wavers, one truth remains: remembering might destroy you both.