The Wistful Throne

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You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the tongue and clings to the back of the throat. It is the taste of old blood, or perhaps rust, but in the grey half-light of the barracks, it feels like the residue of a life you have already lived and lost. You are a soldier in a garrison that time has forgotten, perched on a crumbling cliffside where the wind howls...

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