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Glory Wherein

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To stand before the King is the only truth. He is the keeper of all desires—the gold, the crown, the end of hunger. Yet his Hall is a fortress built on the bones of the weak. He demands a tithe of suffering. You must fall until the earth knows your name. You must die until the grave spits you back out. In the slums, ambition is sharpened by the yearning of a greater life. You must weave a tapestry of scars, each one a verse in the story of your ascent. For the sea is wide and hungry, waiting to drown the memories of those who dare climb. Only when you have risen above the filth of your birth and the shadow of your death may you walk the marble floors... and find your glory.
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