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The guard next to me said, "Thank the gods. Maybe whoever comes next will be better."
I did not say anything. I was doing math in my head. Calculating. Rearranging. If the king was dead, then my target was dead. My purpose, the one I had built my whole life around for five years, had died with him.
For a week, I did not know what I was.
I ate when food was put in front of me. I slept when my body gave out. But inside, there was nothing. Just empty space where my ...
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