The Faded Portrait
The king was dead. Long live the king. I said it. I said it with my mouth open and my tongue flat. I said it because the crowd demanded a sound. I said it because the silence was heavier than the crown. The velvet cap sat on my head. It weighed nothing. It weighed everything. It was a hat. Just a hat. "Step aside, Thomas," the man in the red coat said. He did not step aside. He stepped closer....
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