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Chapter 15 | Mercy

"Stop. I don't want any of this written down," The King snaps at the scribe.

His beady eyes widen and he fumbles with his quill. Accidentally, he splatters his bottle of ink onto the harsh throne room floor. When he stoops to clean the oozing black liquid, seeping into the tile cracks, he releases a quiet murmur from his crusted lips.

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