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My fingers wrapped themselves around

the clammy stepping stones.

The crown is mine.

Only mine.

The thorns tore through

my tough skin like a knife,

serrating and drawing out

ichor, only further enraging

the fire that burned inside me,

waiting to erupt.

And erupt it shall.

- Zara

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