At the stroke of noon, the kingdom’s heartbeat stopped. A wave of silence swept through streets and palaces alike, as shock and sorrow collided. Faces once familiar now wore grief’s heavy mask. Words faltered, leaving the nation suspended in a fragile moment of disbelief. The story was far from over, yet the curtain fell half CUT… Continues…
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