The Rule
“You gave her the world, and she returned you to the grave’s threshold. Tsk, tsk... Such is the price of faith in beauty.”
He stood at last, walking slowly to the window where no light entered, only breeze. He drew the curtain aside with two fingers and looked out upon the quiet gardens below. The kingdom was mourning — he could feel it in the stillness of the air. But the mourning of a kingdom was a perfect veil beneath which true power could stir.
“Three days,” he whispered. “Three days and the whole land holds its breath.”
He turned back toward the game board and approached it slowly. Then, with one fluid motion, he reached out and tipped the ivory king from its square. The piece tumbled
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