[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.
Its populace could be counted on the hands of ten people, nobody ever went hungry and where everyone was all involved in the art of fishing in some capacity.
