The Wistful Throne

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The air in the vault smelled of ozone and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat before you even drew a full breath. You stood before the central pillar, the great monolith of black iron that anchored the sub-basement of the Ministry of Internal Security, its surface etched with coordinates that no human eye was meant to parse, and you felt the weight of the hour...

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