The Archmagus lost everything. He lost his magic, he lost his familiar and he even lost his name. His one remaining possession of value, a golden key of immense weight and size, was his only connection to a life now lost. The key was also a curse, a constant reminder of what once was. He has guarded the key with great contempt and secrecy, hopeful to uncover even a fragment of the past.

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