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Her father was the most powerful wizard to ever live. Her mother has become a fragile shell of a woman. And she herself is cursed with a 'gift' that, in her case, can only bring pain: "For of course, I am a Seer—but my talent is not one for foggy shapes in crystal balls. I rarely have visions in the daytime; instead, they come at night in my dreams. Sometimes I see the future, but mostly, the past... It is not a gift. It will never be a gift... For when sleep steals over my body, I see my father die."
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