One last Day
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Last published Tue, Apr 22, 2025
14 years ago, the world went dark.
14 years ago, a queen and her unborn child vanished.
14 years ago, he took over everything.
5,113 days ago, the world changed-for the worse.
His queen was stolen. His child taken.
And when they disappeared, he rose.
The world went silent.
The sky turned black.
And nothing was ever the same again.
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