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It just never End, Does it?
Author: D.twister
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"Victor," Marcus said softly, "there's something you never understood about grandfather's lessons."

"Oh? Enlighten me."

"He wasn't teaching us to be rulers. He was teaching us to be servants." Marcus smiled, and there was something in that expression that made Victor step back involuntarily. "True power isn't about standing above others. It's about lifting them up."

"Philosophical nonsense!" Victor snarled. "Guards, kill him!"

But Marcus was already moving. Not toward Victor, not toward the exi
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