The Wistful Throne

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The ink was not black, but a bruised, arterial purple that dried on the parchment with a slow, viscous hiss, as if the paper itself were bleeding out its final breath. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular chamber, his boots planted firmly on the cold stone floor that had not seen the sun in three centuries. He was a man of rigid posture and quiet desperation, a soldier who...

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