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    "story_excerpt": "Tyrant is the place in the mind where control lives. He is the amalgamation of will, soul, body, and heart that the mind projects as confidence and all its forms. He is order forced on chaos, mastery of mind and body before mastery of the world. From commanding oneself, to commanding others, he is t",
    "story": "Tyrant is the place in the mind where control lives. He is the amalgamation of will, soul, body, and heart that the mind projects as confidence and all its forms. He is order forced on chaos, mastery of mind and body before mastery of the world. From commanding oneself, to commanding others, he is the part that leads, that demands one kneel before their own will. From brutal commands, gentle restraint, annoying confidence, rude, cocky attitude, contemptful pride, and pity, he is all and none, the epitome of control.\n\nWhen Eldest's mind shattered, he flickered. Tyrant's control slipped; he remembered some prank, but not who played it, only that he'd snagged a bell from them, but only after they had taken their signet ring. Then something in his mind shifted, something he couldn't control as his bonds with his brothers and sisters went hollow, and his memories with them. The bell he still held, he tied to his hip, resting there, only ringing when necessary, because he was in control. The bell tugged at one of those hollows, a memory of a prank, something beyond his control, so he followed it, beginning his search. There are things to be done, pieces to master, and Tyrant will control them, for he must control himself."
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