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Part XI: What the Crown Wants the crown speaks softly inside his bones it does not want worship or walls of gold it wants a keeper who hears small things the creak of a hinge the sigh of a stove the hush after grief Elyar feels his fear loosen like old rope Mira smiles because the roads are safer tonight Tam grins because monsters prefer doors that stay broken they return by river and bridge and breathing shelves the old city lifts its head to watch them pass bells without tongues speak anyway in the wind people step from doorways with careful hope they see no king they see a listener with friends the crown hums yes this is enough

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