What you hold is not a guide, nor a translation, nor a polite lecture on Shakespeare's bloodiest dream. It is a map drawn in bruises, an orchard of knives, a whispered dare passed hand to trembling hand by those who suspect Macbeth has always been more than a tragedy - more than a cautionary tale - more than a caution, even. It is a confession for all of us who have stood at the window at three in the morning and envied the tyrant's courage, who have asked the darkness if we, too, might wear the crown if only we were hungry enough to bury sleep beneath our feet. I know the author of this book only as a rumor: one more mouth at the feast of ghosts that has never truly ended since a Scottish moor first learned to speak in riddles. This book is not safe. It does not care if you agree. It does not care if you flinch. It cares that you read to the end - that you cross the gate where Macbeth waits, where the witches wait, where your own shadow waits with a crown shaped exactly to your skull. And when you finish - if you finish - tell someone your version before dawn swallows it. The crows will already know. May your sleep be lighter for it. May your hands stay clean. May your name never echo through the orchard after dusk.
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