The Wistful Throne

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The dream was not of a palace, but of a floor. It was a vast, polished expanse of black marble, reflecting the chandeliers above in shattered constellations of light. Eleanor stood at the edge of this void, her dress heavy with the dust of the century, and she watched a single, perfect shard of glass tumble from the ceiling. It did not fall. It hung in the air, suspended in the stillness, a...

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