The story
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The first time you died, the world forgot you. The second time, it remembered just enough to be afraid.
You wake on the same road, under the same grey morning, with the same blade at your hip. Everything is as it was. Everything except you: the scars you no longer have, the names you still know, the way the next hour will go if you let it.
In one life you learned the river. In another, the forge. Every regression sends you back to the beginning, but never back to who you were.
Somewhere at the end of this road is the moment that broke the world. You have died a hundred times trying to reach it.
This time, you remember the way.
