The Wistful Throne
The iron gates of the Obsidian Citadel did not creak when they opened, a mechanical silence that felt more terrifying than any shriek of rusted metal could have been, for it suggested a machinery so vast and ancient that its movements had long since ceased to require the friction of the physical world, leaving only the cold, absolute certainty of its function to echo in the minds of those who...
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