The King In Yellow

𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓲𝓶 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵, 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭; 𝓓𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾, 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰, 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪.

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𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓴𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓲𝓶 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓶...Read more