The Wistful Throne

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The bowl sits on the table. It is clay, rough-hewn and dark. Inside, the porridge simmers. It is thick. It is gray. It smells of wet stone. You sit. You are alone. The room is cold. The air is thin. It tastes of metal and old dust. You are here. You have been here for a long time. No one knows how long. Time does not move here. It pools. It stays still. Like the water in the bowl. You look at...

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