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It was not a living thing. Although once, like others, it had been born, given a name and lived a life. A life so ancient and forgotten, that the only memories it possessed were from accounts recorded by other people. It knew its old shape, old name, and even the multitude of titles it had earned in its life. It knew of its goals, wants, desires and dreams. It knew of its death, of its end as… that it has been. An end that marked its second beginning, its second birth. For it was not that any longer. Not ever again. Life had been replaced by Undeath. And such existence was often cold.
