The Silent Throne

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The Silent Throne

The smog of London did not merely drift; it clung, a grey shroud that tasted of coal and forgotten promises. Julian stood by the window of his study, the velvet curtains heavy with dust. Once, this house had echoed with the laughter of a lineage that defined the empire. Now, it was a mausoleum of mahogany and silence. The artifact sat on the desk, a sphere of obsidian that seemed to swallow the...

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