The Wistful Throne

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The iron gate of the Citadel of Saint Jude shuddered under the weight of the siege, the ancient stone groaning a low, tectonic hum that you felt not in your ears but in the marrow of your bones. Outside, the torchlight flickered against the rain, turning the night into a bruised purple, and the air smelled of wet ash and the metallic tang of fear. You stood on the battlements, your hand resting...

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