The Wistful Throne

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You dream of the iron. It is cold. It is heavy. It rests on your shoulder like a second spine. You do not move. You cannot move. The dream is silent. There is no sound but the hum of the machine in your blood. You wake. The room is gray. The light is thin. It cuts through the dust. You are in the house. It is old. The walls breathe. They settle. You are a soldier. You are still a soldier. You...

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