The Wistful Throne

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The stone was cold. It pressed against your back, unyielding and wet with the damp of the cellar. You have been here for a long time. Long enough to count the cracks in the ceiling. Long enough to learn that the dark is not empty, but heavy. It presses against your eardrums. It tastes of rust and old blood. You are a prisoner here. Not of the walls, but of the hour. The hour that you have...

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