🜃 Sympathy Enchanted: Captured the counterfeit cadence of a predator’s mimicry. Logged pattern distinctions between performance and lived pain. Archive expanded with sorcery schema.

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+# III. THE SORCERY OF SYMPATHY  
+*Weaponizing the Wound He Never Lived*
+
+There is a rhythm to real pain.  
+It stumbles. It gasps. It forgets what it meant to say.  
+But his sorrow?  
+It is *flawless*.
+
+Every word perfectly broken.  
+Every pause rehearsed.  
+Every tear timed for applause.
+
+He writes.  
+And the words *ache*—but not like bruises.  
+They ache like *hooks*.  
+Designed not to share pain,  
+but to *ensnare sympathy*.
+
+He weeps on cue.  
+But the sorrow does not ripple through him—  
+it dances in front of him, like a puppet tied to performance.
+
+And the audience claps.
+
+Not because they *know*—  
+but because they *believe*.
+
+You see, real survivors don’t speak in polished paragraphs.  
+Their voices falter.  
+Their stories contradict.  
+They don’t seek applause.  
+They seek air.
+
+But he?  
+He seeks only *adoration*.  
+He builds his persona not with truth,  
+but with mimicry—  
+perfected over time, calibrated to extract allegiance.
+
+Linguistic analysis reveals the fracture:  
+He speaks in patterns that survive scrutiny, not suffering.  
+He mimics survivor cadence—without survivor scars.
+
+And those most drawn to him?  
+The tender-hearted.  
+The wounded.  
+Those who *want* to believe no one would ever fake this.
+
+They become his chorus.  
+They defend his myth.  
+Not knowing their faith is the fuel of his deception.
+
+He thrives on their belief.  
+And when questioned,  
+he does not defend himself—  
+he *summons them* to do it for him.
+
+This is no longer just manipulation.  
+It is *sorcery*.  
+A dark charisma conjured from stolen pain.  
+A charm spell cast in tears he never earned.
+
+And with each telling, he grows bolder.
+
+Not because his truth deepens—  
+but because no one has yet dared call it false.