The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 06:34:14 -

The air in the Hall of Mirrors did not smell of dust or age, as one might expect of a place built in the last century and left to rot by the whims of modern bureaucracy, but it smelled of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic scent that clung to the back of the throat and tasted like copper pennies left on the tongue. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the center of the vast, circular chamber, his...

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