ID: 245

Outcome: Narrow Victory

Open After Story: Yes

Manual Prompt: Yes

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Your decrees met silent resistance at every turn. Even those who once cheered you now muttered in doubt. You ordered lands measured and divided equally, so the slothful reaped as much as the laboring woman. Was this justice? You demanded all earn their bread by toil, so the sick and pregnant withered in gutters. Was this mercy?



So you ran. Chased from crisis to crisis, forever stamping out revolts that sprouted like leeches on your skin. Alim prowled the city's underbelly, his street rats serving as your hands and eyes. Yet what did they know of politics? Honesty and pickpocketing make poor councilors in marble halls.



The moment you paused, another rebellion's jaws snapped at your heels. You dared not linger in your own palace. To sit still meant letting guilt gnaw your bones. Though no amount of sweat could straighten this crooked realm, you kept fleeing forward on some self-made exile of atonement...



Perhaps only death will finally let your flesh catch up to your weary soul.

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