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The misty figure engulfs everything in its wake—the past, the future, and even my present self. Doubts turn to a billowy haze, shrouding my heart.
No lies, no illusions; only the truth can clear the foggy path ahead.
As they walk down a path shrouded in uncertainty, the augury of an answer comes to light.
——No lies, no illusions. Just the truth.
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