I can't claim I was at a low point in my life when the salesman came knocking on my

door.

It would be easy to say I was desperate and emotionally vulnerable and therefore fell a foul

of his dark powers.

It's true that I wasn't entirely satisfied with my life. I had a decent job and a nice home, having inherited a decent amount of money after my mother

passed.

I missed Mom, of course, but I dealt with my grief as best as I could and moved on.

And relationships were always a challenge for me.

I'd had girlfriends but never, and had no children.

I mean, I didn't even really have any close friends, plenty of acquaintances, but no one I could

trust with my inner thoughts and dreams. Still, this social isolation never truly bothered me.

Since childhood, I'd always been a bit of an introvert and content

to keep my own company, but it was more than that. I always felt that I was different from

other people, an entity who lived amongst humanity but wasn't truly with them. I sensed there

was something within me that wasn't quite natural. For a long time, I believed this feeling was a form of mental illness,ed there was something within me that wasn't quite natural.

For a long time, I believed this feeling was a form of mental illness or the result of some

kind of repressed childhood trauma.

There was so much my mother hadn't told me about my background.

In the end, it was the salesman who told me the truth about my heritage.

For better or for worse, and doors box had been opened, and my life has changed forever.

My story spans many generations and links our mortal world with realms beyond human comprehension.

But for me, it all began one quiet Saturday afternoon, when the enigmatic salesman came to my front

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