The Wistful Throne
The heavy oak doors of the Grand Chancery groan under the weight of the silence, a sound like the creaking of old bones as you step onto the marble floor, your heels clicking a rhythm that feels too loud, too deliberate, against the cold stone that has absorbed the whispers of a thousand judgments before yours. You are here to present the final dossier, the one that holds the architectural...
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