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He stood in the back of an empty parking lot, surrounded by shadows. His name was of no importance, only his purpose. The place in which he existed did not matter either, as he could shape it to his will, freely. The world was his oyster, and anything he wished would appear before him, anything he desired would come forth.

He walked slowly through the dark parking lot.

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