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Text: My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name... Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line always ruled with wisdom and strength, and I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power, but the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be king. Each paragraph will be a test.

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