The Echo of a King
The grease on the grill hissed, filling the air with the smell of burnt onions and old oil. Leo flipped a burger with a mechanical precision that felt like a ghost of a former life. He lived in a room the size of a closet in Queens, where the wallpaper peeled like sunburnt skin. Every morning, he woke up with a feeling of immense weight on his shoulders, a phantom memory of commanding legions...
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