Chapter 2: "Embers of Forgotten"
𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖐𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘, 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙. 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙, 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕 𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓.
𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗—𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉. 𝕹𝖔𝖜, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞. 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜. 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖕 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖉.
"𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘?" 𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑.
𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉. 𝕬 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋-𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉. 𝕬 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐, 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉, 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊.
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