High in the sky, in the Kingdom of Lies, the King of Lies sat waiting.
He waited on a throne of utter hogwash.
Everything in the kingdom was born of a lie. The king himself was made up of all the lies that had ended in tragedy. Every false accusation that led to an execution, every declaration of love that ended in loss…over time these became the king’s beefy limbs, his sulky blob of a face, and his tiny, angry little eyes.
The kingdom was a marvel. Centuries upon centuries of lies, all pieced together to form palaces of pure opal and streets lined with sapphire. And it was constantly growing, building itself.
There was just one problem.
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