The Tyrant’s Son

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From the earliest age, the little boy saw his father as a cloud of fear, hanging above the people beneath them in their tower perched in the sky. His father stood tall, next to him, as he ruffled the boy’s hair and gripped his shoulder. The boy would look up and see a toothy grin staring back down at him. His father never looked at him, only through him. His father told him every day that he was his most beloved treasure but never said that he loved him. He…