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"There," she cooed, looking down at you. The toe of her shoe was inches from your lowered face. "This is your natural posture. On your hands and knees, trembling. Below my gaze."

The heel descended.

"I will remember your insignificance," she said. "You will remember nothing but the clarity." Tower Of Trample

And in the village, as you brewed the cure from the stone's light, you found you could no longer walk with a warrior's swagger. You walked softly. Deliberately. As if the ground beneath you had every right to push back. "There," she cooed, looking down at you

"The Orb," you whispered. "My village. The plague." " she cooed