Son of the Crown
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"When I close my eyes, I'm no longer me.
I don't know who's waiting for me there... but he knows me.
The same faces,
the same castle,
and the voice...
That voice whispering my name like it's calling me back... or cursing me.
Every night, I wake up in a body I don't control,
and live a life I don't dare to refuse.
But let me tell you something...
If I'm late,
I die.
And if I die...
I don't come back."
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