The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 10:29:52 -

The mist rolled off the lake, thick and white, swallowing the world whole. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my feet bare against the cold stone. The wind tore at my hair, pulling it from its pins. It felt like a hand trying to drag me back. But I did not look back. I could not. Behind me, the castle gates were sealed. Before me, only the grey void and the ancient, unmoving trees. "Are you...

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