Beyond~Measure

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He Whose Shadow Holds a Thousand Faces (Available as 8x10 print. DM for details.)

The statue does not have a shadow. It is the shadow—cast backward through time by some greater, unseen monarch still standing in the noonday sun of eternity.

The cobra on his brow still tastes the air: "Salt," it hisses, "from the sweat of those who built me." "Iron," it murmurs, "from the blood of those who defied me." "Ash," it concludes, "from the dreams of those who worship me now."

The crowd thinks they gather at his feet. They are wrong. They gather in his absence— in the hollow where his real body once blocked the sun.

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