I felt the eyes of a thousand men, all waiting to cast their stones. I watched as the hatred brewed within their souls and take flight in their hearts. I saw them march forward like a storm over throwing the sea. It was beautiful how fear sat so still in the air. I never believed that I would be home again. Now there is to be a king, a man so
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