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So she announced a game. “I will walk through the capital, unarmed and unguarded,” she declared, her voice echoing through the brass tubes that snaked through every district. “Any subject may attempt to kill me. If you succeed, the empire is yours. If you fail, I will kill your entire family line—backward to your grandparents and forward to your unborn great-grandchildren.”
For the first time in her life, the Atrocious Empress felt something she could not tax, outlaw, or punish.
Her first decree was that all mirrors in the empire be covered in black gauze. Not because she feared her own reflection—she was, by all accounts, breathtaking—but because she wanted every citizen to wake up and see only a blurred, ghostly version of themselves. “To remind you,” she announced from the Onyx Balcony, “that you are never quite real to me.”
She passed a hundred, then a thousand, then ten thousand people. Each one looked through her as if she were already a ghost. Not one raised a hand. Not one picked up a stone. Not one sharpened a breath into a curse.
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So she announced a game. “I will walk through the capital, unarmed and unguarded,” she declared, her voice echoing through the brass tubes that snaked through every district. “Any subject may attempt to kill me. If you succeed, the empire is yours. If you fail, I will kill your entire family line—backward to your grandparents and forward to your unborn great-grandchildren.”
For the first time in her life, the Atrocious Empress felt something she could not tax, outlaw, or punish.
Her first decree was that all mirrors in the empire be covered in black gauze. Not because she feared her own reflection—she was, by all accounts, breathtaking—but because she wanted every citizen to wake up and see only a blurred, ghostly version of themselves. “To remind you,” she announced from the Onyx Balcony, “that you are never quite real to me.”
She passed a hundred, then a thousand, then ten thousand people. Each one looked through her as if she were already a ghost. Not one raised a hand. Not one picked up a stone. Not one sharpened a breath into a curse.
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