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    "story_excerpt": "You are the strategist who learned control through the Blackfen's patience, measuring every risk against Echowood's cost. What brought you back was the sound of children crying, a mercy you never intended to grant. Now you carry frost and blood and silver, hunting the thing you refuse to become agai",
    "story": "You are the strategist who learned control through the Blackfen's patience, measuring every risk against Echowood's cost. What brought you back was the sound of children crying, a mercy you never intended to grant. Now you carry frost and blood and silver, hunting the thing you refuse to become again. Tables will remember you as the hunter who turned his curse into every monster's reckoning.\n\nDefining moment: Lysander had finally managed to successfully turn into his Werewolf Form as taught by his tribe. Previously he had only been proficient with Blood Magic. Only as soon as he turned, he lost control. The next thing he knew, he was shifting back to human with four terrified children crying in front of him. He looked around at what was once the Town of Echowood. Now destroyed and littered with corpses. He looks down and sees his own hands and body covered in the blood of his victims realizing that he only spared the town’s children by chance and their crying is what awoke him from his blood-fueled haze. He hears their screams every night in his sleep as he refuses to ever turn again. \n\nRunning from something. Facade of Happiness to mask his pain"
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