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11. Lurking.
There's a shadow lurking in the back of Lauriam's mind.
He knows it's there, even if he has no idea what it is. It's as much a part of him as the blood in his veins, as much his as his own reflection. As elusive as memories of the life he led before waking up in an empty field near this dark forest.
All his attempts to grasp it fail. He can rip his mind apart all wants in his attempts to hold onto it, but in the end, all he can see is a fuzzy outline too blurred to make sense of.
And in the end... he just stops trying.