The Wistful Throne

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The oak door creaked open with a sound like a breaking bone. You stepped into the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the scent of wet moss and old ink. The light here was not sunlight. It was the pale, sickly glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the high, vaulted ceilings. You were small. Everyone in this place was large, or old, or both. You felt the weight of your satchel, heavy with...

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