One night, he looked into the eyes of his own guards. They weren’t looking at him — they were looking past him, as if he were already a ghost. A crowd had gathered below the palace windows, chanting not his name, but the book’s forgotten title.
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He opened the book. The first page read: "To rule the swarm, first unmake the individual." One night, he looked into the eyes of his own guards