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Intro. The Stray Kids Empire Where life is run by a hand that doesn't tremble. Their history wasn't written. Not because anyone forgot it… But because those who tried didn't even finish the first sentence. --- The Place The palace isn't built… The palace grows. Like a creature born of darkness, nourished by fear until it was complete. Its walls are black, not painted, but saturated with night. Its windows are narrow, sharp, like eyes that watch and never sleep. By day, it seems deserted. A cold emptiness, an artificial silence. But as night falls… It breathes. The marble floor stings the feet with its coldness, The ceiling is suffocatingly high, And the silence? Not the absence of sound, but its presence in its heaviest form. Beneath the palace… The cellar. Not a room. Not a prison. But a postponed end. --- Time Here, time isn't measured in hours. It's measured by the number of shots fired, by the number of names erased from existence, by the number of screams that neve

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