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I HAD SEVENTEEN BLADES concealed along my person, each one more than capable of killing the man in front of me.
“That’s the thing about crowns,” I whispered. “When one head falls, they’re placed on another.”
“I do not pretend to know the details of your pain, but I know the weight of it. I will not judge you for how you lighten the load.”
I was made of pieces, sharp edges that tore into me with every move I made. Every breath I took. “A broken blade can be mended.”