The Wistful Throne

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The dream has no edges. It is a white room, vast and silent, filled with the smell of wet stone and ozone. You are standing in the center of it. Your feet are bare. The floor is cold. You do not know why you are here. You do not know who you are. Only that you hold something. It is a cup. It is made of bone. It is small. It fits in your palm. It is warm. It beats against your skin like a second...

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