The Wistful Throne

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The dream began with the taste of iron and dust. It was a cold, metallic tang that coated the tongue, a flavor that had no business existing in a place so high above the earth. Thomas wove his way through the crowd, though the crowd was not a crowd but a silence that moved with the speed of wind through dry reeds. He was old. He knew this because his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb, a...

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