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    Five winters had passed since Alduin, the World-Eater, was cast down in the skies above Sovngarde. Bards still sang of that battle, of the Last Dragonborn who struck the killing blow, but already the tale was slipping into myth. Skyrim had a way of swallowing heroes quickly, burying them beneath new wars, new kings, and fresh blood spilled on old snow.
    No one had seen the Dragonborn since.
    Some swore she had perished in the fight, her soul carried away with Alduin into the void. Others claimed she had ascended, chosen by Akatosh to walk among the stars. The truth was less grand, though no less haunting. For though the Dragonborn lived, she had vanished into the wilds, leaving only whispers behind.
    They called her The Ghost.
    Few believed such tales. Fewer dared to seek the truth. Skyrim was a land of superstition, and even its bravest warriors knew when to leave a legend alone.
    The Ghost walked alone.
    But fate was not finished with her. In Skyrim, destiny was a river that never ceased its flow, no matter how one tried to step aside. The Ghost would cross paths with another lost soul, forever changing both of their destinies.

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