The Wistful Throne
You are the Keeper. You sit in the high room. The air is thick. It smells of dust. It smells of old bread. You have been here for three days. You have not slept. You have not eaten. The window is barred. The light is gray. The light is cold. "Is it ready?" asks the Warden. He stands by the door. He wears black. His face is pale. He looks at you. He does not blink. "Speak," you say. Your voice...
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