Fractured Sovereigns
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Last published Tue, Apr 16, 2024
𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 Ava.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘝.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦.
My name is Rome.
The boy who lost hope.
That sort you heard constantly ambled about in a dark mood.
I'm the one who made the stone.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴.
And this is our story.
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