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BEGIN CALM RESOLUTION MUSIC: The story of Centaurus’s adventure had been locked away for generations. Those who lived it returned to their lives in various pockets in and above the world. But they rarely spoke of what transpired during that short season of Centaurus’s life. The last commitment they made to Centaurus’s cause was to have his name cleared in Birka and a shrine erected in Concorde. Everything else faded into legend.
Those involved with Centaurus’s search had no idea what the future held. None knew of the dangers and treachery that their world would soon face. None of them knew about their place in history. All they knew was that the next day would present a new ambition. Centaurus knew it well, and he pressed on anyway until he found what he was looking for. And he found it.
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