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King of the Night
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Categories: fantasy (fiction)
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I overthrew that folly with a weapon made of my own blood and the fires of hell, and then slept in damnation, locking my heart so that it could not feel the pain, because, even after thousands of years, that pain was still so vivid. The tears that fell from the corners of my eyes were not tears, they were the name of a man who dried up on my cheeks and left a permanent mark.