The Wistful Throne

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The morning bell did not ring. Instead, a low, grinding hum rose from the floorboards of the Great Hall, vibrating through the soles of Marcus’s shoes and into his teeth. He stood before the High Seat, a throne carved from a single, petrified oak that had once stood in the forest of the Old Kingdom. The wood was black with age and secret, its surface smooth as polished stone, reflecting the...

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