When the blade went through the crown of the skull it went through it as if it had been a soft water pour // he looked for the shadow move from his right of his left/he knew that he would not feel anything // yet he began writing when he calculated that it was over/when his brain was laying on the floor // it was important that he did this // the written words would be considered having been written from death // the king watched very carefully and thought to be right that everything had been written // he asked for the note/the page who brought it to him made best effort to wipe the blood off/it was still warm // the new kingdom was born/as the king drank the first container of blood
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