The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 21:57:40 -

You walk. The road is not a road. It is a seam of white dust that stretches into a fog so thick it tastes of iron and old rain. You do not know where you are. You know only that you must go. Your boots are heavy. They are not your boots. They are too big. They drag. The leather is worn thin at the toes, revealing a pale, ghostly foot that seems to belong to someone else. Someone older. Someone...

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