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The illusion of permanence is sustained by your breath alone.

Gesar, King of Ling, feels in that moment the power of every sword that was ever drawn, of all the arrows ever shot, of each scepter ever raised up, and of every crown that was ever worn. The strength of every command that was ever given, and every law that was ever proclaimed flows in his veins. His body of flesh, blood and bone is itself the razor edge of longing of the ancestral sovereign.