The Golden Maze
The blade catches the light before it catches the bone. You feel the vibration in your teeth, a high, thin hum that travels up through the jaw and settles behind the eyes. This is the Hall of Echoes, not a place on any map, but a room in the mind of the Crown, a space where power is not held but worn, like a skin that has grown too tight. You are the Sword. Not a title. A function. Your left...
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