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May 27, 2026

The Blind King's Vision

The golden light faded as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the grand hall draped in a heavy, suffocating silence. King Alden stared down at the small silver ring in his trembling palm, his newly restored eyes wide with horror and disbelief. The intricate engravings of the royal crest were worn, but unmistakably genuine—the very token he had placed in his infant son’s cradle fourteen years ago.

"Where did you get this?" the king demanded, his voice cracking with an emotion the court had never heard from their stoic ruler.

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