You're stumbling along a dirt road in the woods trying desperately to get back to the kingdom. Your hand is clamped to your side, attempting to keep pressure on the slash in your side. You need to... You need to tell the King...about... your thoughts fade out as the last of your strength leaves you and you collapse to the ground. Vaguely you wonder what pastry the baker will have for you for breakfast tomorrow before everything goes black.
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