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fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.�
And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have.
We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.