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The Weight of a crown
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2025-11-09 22:00:00The night had long surrendered to silence.
Soren’s car sliced through the empty streets, the soft hum of the engine a quiet companion to the thoughts that refused to leave him alone. The city outside was nothing but blurred lights and shadows, yet his mind was miles away — tangled between the woman he had just left and the pieces of himself he no longer recognized.
For a man who had always believed emotion to be a weakness, this quiet ache inside him felt like rebellion.
He loosened his tie, the gesture uncharacteristic, and leaned slightly back in the seat. The scent of her still lingered faintly — faint traces of her perfume mixed with the sweetness of the smoothie that had drenched her dress. It was strange, how something so simple could stay with him, how every time he closed his eyes, he saw her standing there — embarrassed, trembling, and yet trying so hard to keep her dignity.
He had carried her w
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The night had long surrendered to silence.Soren’s car sliced through the empty streets, the soft hum of the engine a quiet companion to the thoughts that refused to leave him alone. The city outside was nothing but blurred lights and shadows, yet his mind was miles away — tangled between the woman he had just left and the pieces of himself he no longer recognized.For a man who had always believed emotion to be a weakness, this quiet ache inside him felt like rebellion.He loosened his tie, the gesture uncharacteristic, and leaned slightly back in the seat. The scent of her still lingered faintly — faint traces of her perfume mixed with the sweetness of the smoothie that had drenched her dress. It was strange, how something so simple could stay with him, how every time he closed his eyes, he saw her standing there — embarrassed, trembling, and yet trying so hard to keep her dignity.He had carried her w
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