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... I saw of kings.
For years after my mother died, I went through life like a clockwork machine wound too tightly. I smiled when it was expected. I spoke only when spoken to. I bowed when the crown entered the room. My performance was flawless, mechanical—an imitation of the loyalty I had once felt.
Inside, however, I was a void. The same sort of silence that exists after a devastating plague kills all life in an area, when all that remains is the stink of rot and the memory of what ...
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