DARK SOLOMON

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Written by Priscilla Wong

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In the harsh valley of man's greed, there lived a Jin - a creature crawling from depths unknown yet parading in borrowed nobility like a vulture in peacock feathers. His eyes fell upon Onice, a girl whose quiet strength he mistook for weakness, and whose rejection burned him like winter frost on tender spring buds.

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The rage came then, terrible and consuming. Like a dust storm rolling across barren fields, he descended upon her home. His violence was threefold - first stealing the breath from her friends, then a surgical splice to her body that rendered her speechless, and finally stripping bare the shelter she'd built. The small folk, those ever-present witnesses to man's depravity, fed his madness with whispers and nods, watching him gorge himself on stolen trinkets like a starved dog on rotting meat.

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But every theft carries its price, paid not in copper or silver but in the currency of suffering. His golden dreams turned to bitter metal in his mouth. The fortune he thought to build became instead a monument to his foolishness, each stolen piece another stone in the wall of his own prison.

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Onice learned the cruel arithmetic of survival. She turned his desire against him like a blade, letting him chase a ghost of her making - a phantom love that dissolved like morning mist before his grasping hands.

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And so we follow her, this girl-turned-warrior, as she walks the shadowed path toward her own dark Solomon, where vengeance and justice blur like rain on a dusty window pane.