The Wistful Throne

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The silence that followed the collapse of the eastern spire was not empty; it was a heavy, pressurized vacuum that sucked the air from the lungs of everyone standing in the town square of Oakhaven. It was a Tuesday morning, the kind of gray, drizzling day that usually signaled a quiet Tuesday, but the sky had turned a bruised purple, and the air smelled of ozone and pulverized limestone. I...

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