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----There was another flashback, but this one... well, this one didn't seem
too pleasant. He had found his way near a territory and the flashback had
been strong, more than the others. He could make out facial features this
time but none of them made sense to him. He was in a den on a shore, much
like the one he was standing on, but it seemed absurd that there was any
relevance to this, even if the flashbacks were more frequent and detailed.
Perhaps things were piecing together. Maybe Abel was finally able to figure
out who he was and were he came from. Waking up some weeks ago without a
soul around and no name to memory wasn't all that pleasing. He grunted as he
stood on two legs, just staring. The memory was gone now and he just thought
about it now, trying to replay it in his mind to find some meaning of what
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