Prologue
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Betrayed by love, a heart may break,
But vengeance, sweet, will surely wake.
Not with a blade, nor fists that fall,
But with a whispered, graceful call.
A plan unfolds, with poison’s art,
And scheming minds that tear apart.
Each stroke, each word, so finely spun,
A perfect death beneath the sun.
Is justice sweet, or merely vain?
Does vengeance heal, or cause more pain?
In shadows deep, does truth remain,
Or is revenge a fleeting gain?
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★ All characters, events, names, places, and scenarios depicted in this work are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is a product of imagination, and no part of it should be construed as reflecting or pertaining to real individuals, events, or circumstances. All datasets and details within are crafted for the purposes of this fictional narrative and bear no relation to any real-world situations.
