This Wicked, Broken World
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A Wicked King.
A Broken Girl.
"Do you see what your beloved country has become, your Highness?" She asked mockingly.
The King whimpered. "You're a monster... This is all your f-f-fault..." "No, no, my King. It is all your fault. I maybe a monster. But who was it that created this monster? No one to blame but you...eh?"
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