The Wistful Throne

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The taste of copper and iron filled my mouth before I even opened my eyes. It was the taste of old blood, thick and metallic, coating the back of my throat. I lay on the cold floor of the command center, the hum of the servers vibrating through the concrete into my spine. The air smelled of ozone and burnt plastic. "Status," I whispered. My voice was a rasp, dry as parchment. "Systems nominal,"...

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