The Faded Chronicle

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You stand in the center of the great hall, where the tapestries hang like heavy, silent judges, and you realize with a sudden, crushing clarity that the crown you have worn for so long is not a symbol of power but a cage of iron and gold that has slowly, imperceptibly, crushed the shape of your own skull, and you are not a king, you are merely a vessel, a hollowed-out thing that holds the...

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