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Chapter 32 : The Secrets of the Fallen King

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The weight of the journal sat heavy in Kane’s hands, the leather worn and cracked from years of use. His father’s handwriting was etched into the cover in deep, determined strokes.

"If I do not return, the answers lie within."

His golden eyes traced the words, unease curling in his gut. His father had left him a kingdom in ruins, but also this - a collection of thoughts, warnings, and wisdom he had never shared in life.

"Why did he keep this from me?"

Kane exhaled slowly, flipping the journal open.

The first pages were filled with the sharp, disciplined script of a man who had ruled with strength and calculation. His father had never wasted words in life, and the same rang true here.

One:

"To lead is to bear the weight of all who follow. A crown is not given - it is taken, shaped in war and loss. If you are reading this, Kane, you have inherited more than my throne. You have inherited my burdens."

Kane clenched his jaw. His burdens.

His fingers tightened on the journal, but he forced
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