The Wistful Throne

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The dream began not with light, but with the heavy, suffocating silence of a room where the air had forgotten how to move, and in that stillness, the young woman who was not quite a woman but something older and sharper, something that wore the shape of a girl like a borrowed coat, saw the mark on her own skin, a jagged, ink-black sigil that pulsed with a cold, rhythmic heat, a mark that was...

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