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  The man on the throne gazed out with hollowed eyes, grief carved into his weary features.

   "d̵̨o̰̻ͫ͠͞ ̣͉ͭ̅y̱͍̽̾͡ō̻͎͢u͓͔ͬ̀͝ ͔ͫ̚r̴̤ͫ̀ē͌͢g̵̊͡r̢ͫe̤̻t̢̘͖̒͜ ̴̛̙͊̐i̭̖ͬ̀t͏̕?̍̑͢"

   An unearthly voice pierced the silence, feminine and rough. The man looked up from his brooding to the eyes of a shadow, a roiling, living clump of darkness.

   "You know I do, Charlie." He whispered, grip tightening on his armrests as if he were in pain. "If I could to anything to take it back, I would."

   She laughed, a horrid noise, and drew closer to the haggard man. "̵͚̭̑͛̕y̷̛͖̻ͯoͩ̂̕u̢͉̍̽ ̮̺c̴̳͟a̳̖ͥͭñ̪͋.̧̱̗̇"̧̝̗́͘   she growled.

   He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. "Anything but that. Enough people have suffered, love."

   With a shriek of rage, the black mass slammed into him, drowning him in the shadows.

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