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Jun 25, 2006 00:45

A man walks into the nexus, an ornate bottle tucked into the back of his belt. He clears his throat.

"Until yesterday, I had been imprisoned for a very long time. In that time, I've forgotten a great many things, one of which is my name. I think I'll likely need one from here on in so I ask you sages. Will you give me some names to choose from?"
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