I love thee with a love I seemed to lose,
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Atticus Vedici
An illusionist of some sort. A stranger. Be wary of him.
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