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>Anon, the local King, is old.
>Very old.
>Yesterday was his 150th birthday.
>The breakthroughs in knowledge and magic that have allowed for him to outlive far longer than any human in history is nothing short of breathtaking.
>It's all thanks to research that Twilight Sparkle herself funded. In conjunction with the rest of their friends, too, of course.
>Today, he walks through the polished marble halls exactly like he did yesterday.
>Slowly.
>His slippers shuffle along behind the soft taps of his marble-and-golden cane beneath the matching robes and crown over his shoulders.
>And even though the magic that courses through his veins is seemingly fueled by the universe itself, his body is still old.
>Anon's slippers stop shuffling.
>He feels exhausted all of a sudden.
>Significantly more exhausted than normal.
>His cane slips.
>And, with the most underwhelming of thuds, Anon, the local human, collapses onto the polished tile below, his crown bouncing and rolling away a few feet before orbiting to a stop.
>The shadow of an hourglass in the stained glass window above him falls upon the backs of his robes.
>Anon's heart, after 150 years, has finally come to accept it's long-overdue rest.

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