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It started with a ripple—just whispers in the market square, like the breeze before a storm.
I stood by my stall, arranging fresh spices, when I heard the news from a man who wore an ironed tunic and spoke like he worked close to someone important.
"The God Himself has spoken," he said with pride, "Taxes are coming. A sign of order. Of balance."
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At first, I didn't know how to feel. I was one of the lucky ones. I had received a home in District Nine during the great redistribution. I'd even been given ten thousand Blackwood Credits the day His Grace walked through the streets handing out wealth like rain.
But I wasn't blind.
I knew—nothing given freely would stay without cost.
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In the town square, BNN ran clips of the council meeting.
The headlines were bold:
"BLACKWOOD DECREE: A Call for Contribution"
"Nobles to Pay Crown Tax – Empire Unifies Beneath Shared Sacrifice"
Some grumbled. Others whispered of caution.
But me? I watched and I understood.
This was not punishment.
This was structure.
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The School Teacher's POV – Later That Day
I paused my lesson when the kids grew restless. The news had reached even the youngest ears.
"Sir, is it true? Are they taking back the money?"
I chuckled softly and shook my head.
"No, child. They're not taking it back. They're building the future—with us."
They didn't fully grasp it, but I did. When wealth floods in without responsibility, corruption brews. The God knew this. He was too wise not to.
This tax wasn't a punishment—it was discipline. The kind that separates empires from kingdoms, rulers from legends.
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Back to the Council Room – Dictator Christiana's POV
I watched as Chris stood at the head of the table the next morning. The decrees had been drafted—perfectly worded, precise, powerful.
He didn't say much.
He didn't need to.
He dipped the Blackwood quill into ink and, with a single motion, changed the structure of the world once again.
He signed The Blackwood Equal Contribution Decree.
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Chris Blackwood:
"Let them pay. Let them learn that in an empire—loyalty isn't just feeling. It is action. It is contribution. It is shared power."
Then he left the room.
And we, the highest minds of the Blackwood Empire, remained seated… in complete silence. Thinking. Processing. Obeying.
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