[Wait...you...you can remember all of that?,] Hurricroak asked in a strangely sad, almost pleading voice.
[Mostly,] Tortallion answered. [I couldn't before, but...circumstances changed and now I remember it more and more...but it's like a dream...]
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*Bing-Bong*
We interrupt this chapter to inform the reader that the narrative style for this chapter will be done in the manner of a fairy tale.
This is to better convey the way Tortallion remembers his old life, i.e., less like reality and more like a dream.
We thank you for your understanding and now return to your regularly scheduled chapter.
Thank you.
*Bing-Bong*
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Once upon a time, there was a quaint little fishing village on the coastline.
