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A man around your age with very light blond hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen appeared outside Lucian’s window. You immediately grabbed the first thing your hand landed on… which was a book. He looked at you quizzically, and then his gaze traveled towards Lucian.

Stolen story; please report.

“A-Atlas?!” Lucian exclaimed.

The man whose name is Atlas smiled so wide. “Lone man!”

“You know him?” You asked Lucian.

Lucian, the Lone man, looked at you and then nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! He was the friend I was talking about… before,” His glowing eyes slowly went back to the man who was now inside his bedroom. “Atlas,” Lucian tilted his head, “why haven’t you aged?”

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