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{Inside The Projection}
The revolution was over.
The blood was washed off the marble.
The ash swept from the windowsills.
People began rebuilding, laughing a little.
Breathing in their new freedom.
The beautiful scenes continued.
Smiles came upon many.
But Malik wasn't one of them.
He didn't wear a crown.
He didn't sit on a throne.
He didn't even give a speech.
That kind of power wasn't something he wanted.
Not after what he'd seen its consequences led to... not after learning of his 'fate.'
Of course, Malik learned his lesson from the 'rebels' all those years ago.
He would not hold power, never; he'd leave it to the people.
To the capable people.
He'd support them, ensure the right ones stood in the right places.
But before then, they needed to create a proper system, a pipeline for these people.
