The Wistful Throne

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The silence in the Hall of Whispers is not empty. It is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You stand there. You are alone. The stone floor is cold. It bites through your boots. You are a clerk. You are not a king. But you hold the quill. You hold the ink. You hold the truth. The air smells of damp moss. It smells of old paper. It smells of fear. You look down. Your hand trembles. You are...

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