THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

The White Queen's Lament

She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy symbol of power. Her glance are filled with a deep sadness, a reflection of the discord that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to contemplate the sacrifice. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the breeze. The White Quee

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