The Wistful Crossroads

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2026-08-20 02:16:40 -

The sword is a tooth. It sits in my mouth. I bite down. The metal tastes of copper. Of old blood. I am the King. No, I am the tooth. The King is the mouth. I am the thing that breaks. We are in the Hall of Mirrors. The walls are not glass. They are eyes. Thousands of them. They blink in the dark. The air is thick. It smells of rot and lilies. Lilies for the dead. Lilies for the living who...

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