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... now.'
It came in a rush—like a dam breaking through the cracks of his mind.
A tidal wave of self, of moments, of truths once obscured by the veil of forgetting.
He staggered, but not because of his body—no, his body was fine.
It was his mind that reeled, struggling to make sense of the deluge.
Memories... his memories, they were as vivid as the day they were recorded.
He was the one whose mother called Malik.
He was a bastard son, a son of ...
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