The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 15:23:54 -

The iron bars of my cell did not rust, for there is no rain in this place, nor sun, nor wind to weather the metal into submission. They stand in a grid of absolute stillness, separating me from the gray expanse that stretches out into a horizon that never arrives. I have been here for a time that has lost its meaning, counted not in days or hours, but in the slow, grinding pulse of my own...

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