The Void Throne

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2026-06-08 13:48:04 -

The Void Throne

The rain in the city was a constant, rhythmic drumming, a percussion of grey that matched the beat of Marcus Thorne's heart. He sat in the penthouse of the Obsidian Tower, a glass cage that looked down upon the neon veins of the metropolis. He owned the banks, the docks, and the souls of half the city council. He was the King of the Concrete. Marcus poured himself a drink—a twenty-year-old...

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