The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 23:22:57 -

You wake with the taste of iron and old dust in your mouth, the kind of flavor that clings to the back of the throat long after the meal is forgotten. The air in the crypt is cold, a heavy, damp weight that settles against your skin like a wet wool blanket. You are here because you were sent, or rather, because you had no other place to go. The kingdom is falling, not with the crash of armies,...

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