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Echoes of Authority

In halls of power where whispers thread, Through corridors, the fears are spread. An echo of a stern command, Casts shadows like a darkened hand. Entwined in every dire word, A history's lessons, often blurred. The bent of minds, hearts in a fret, A dance with power, eyes are met.

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Echoes of Authority