“After I beheld the light depart from mine lord’s eyes, a dreadful stillness fell upon me—and in that moment, I was unbound from mine torment… or so I thought. Yet scarcely had the silence settled when horror did seize my soul. What foul deed have I wrought? I have slain mine own liege… my sworn master. This be no mere sin, but treason most grave. Should any soul uncover this wicked act, I shall be hanged from the gallows or cast to flame without mercy.I must away. I must flee ere truth finds voice.Yet before I might conceal the vial of poison, my limbs betrayed me, bearing me forth as though guided by unseen hand. Through winding halls and shadowed paths I wandered, until at last I came upon that place I once held dear—the lord’s own garden. A sanctuary now turned bitter in memory.There, beneath the quiet sky, I drew near the heliotropes, their faces ever turned toward the light. A cruel jest of fate, for my devotion hath withered and died, just as the noble of the west now lies cold upon the stone floor of his keep. Once, I too did follow as they—unyielding, unwavering. Now I am but a withered thing, bereft of purpose.I fell to my knees upon the earth, bowing mine head low, and with trembling breath did utter mine plea: ‘Oh Blinding Light, eternal flame that guideth all that is just—hear me. I beseech thee, grant forgiveness unto this wretched soul. I have struck down the one to whom I pledged my life and honor. What am I now, but a hollow vessel of broken oaths? I have served all that I was… and undone it in a single, cursed breath.’Long did I remain thus, the silence pressing heavy upon mine heart, yet no answer came—only the whisper of wind through leaves, as though the world itself turned from me.At length, I rose, though my spirit felt as lead within me, and made my return unto the castle’s looming shadow. Each step bore the weight of mine sin, and yet I walked on, as one already condemned.And so I wait—for judgment, for absolution, or for the end that surely cometh. For no servant may escape the reckoning of their deeds… not even one such as I.”
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