THE LAUGHING KING

No one remembered when the nightmare had begun. Maybe the Laughing King had always been there, reigning over a world where no one was allowed to grieve. They said that anyone who let their sorrow show, anyone who dared to lower their gaze beneath the weight of terror, would become part of his court—a hollow face, a mask without life, another shadow in his macabre entourage.

The cities had fallen, the temples were empty, and the last humans who dared to keep their souls lived in caves, whispering forgotten prayers. But the king laughed. He always laughed, and his laughter was the sound of death creeping through the empty streets.

That night, a boy approached his court, fists clenched. His eyes still burned with something—something dangerous. One question lingered in his mind: What happens if someone laughs with him?And the Laughing King, seeing him, beckoned him inside…

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