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    "story_excerpt": "Defining moment:\nI never should have left. That's when the bounty hunters came to the tavern... our tavern. They were looking for me, and they were ruthless. They didn't accept that I wasn't there. They tortured Lillian, my wife, love and left her in the garden to die while they torched the tavern, ",
    "story": "Defining moment:\nI never should have left. That's when the bounty hunters came to the tavern... our tavern. They were looking for me, and they were ruthless. They didn't accept that I wasn't there. They tortured Lillian, my wife, love and left her in the garden to die while they torched the tavern, the vinyard, the barn, everything. \nThat's where I found her, amongst the ashes of ruin, she lived long enough to tell me what happened and who did it. Her spirit refused ressurection. I snet our son to live with my sister. I now had a list, and by the gods I would cross every name off of it before I would rest.\n\nArchetype: You're the The Garden's Last Ember. He carries fire in one hand and sorrow in the other, and neither will rest.\n\nPersonality: Has names to find, a little reckless at times. Melancholic during quiet times, passionate and caring."
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