Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past

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In the dim light of his studio, memories flickered like candle flames, casting shadows on the walls. Sari traced the lines of his reflection in the window, searching for traces of the boy he used to be. But all he saw was a stranger—a hollow shell, devoid of purpose or passion

He remembered the whispers of his childhood, the echoes of dreams long forgotten. Was this the person he was meant to be, or had he lost himself along the way? The question gnawed at him, a silent scream echoing in the chambers of his soul

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