The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 01:07:33 -

The train hissed through the fog, a long, metallic snake dragging its burden of iron and souls toward the gray heart of the industrial valley, where the air tasted of sulfur and old, wet ash, and I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my hands resting on my knees, trembling with a vibration that seemed to come from the very marrow of my bones, carrying within me the heavy, rusted...

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