The Wistful Throne

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The dream did not begin with a whisper, but with the weight of iron settling into the marrow of my bones, a cold, metallic taste that coated the back of my throat like the memory of blood. I stood in a place that was not a place, a vast, hollow cathedral of stone and shadow where the light did not shine but seeped, pale and sickly, from veins in the walls that pulsed with a slow, arterial...

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