The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 20:23:59 -

The silence in the cell was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence, thick as the rotting straw that smelled of old blood and damp earth. I sat in the center of the stone floor, my back against the cold wall, and held the loaf of bread in my hands as if it were a holy relic, fragile and warm against the chill that seeped into my bones. The bread was dark, dense with rye and...

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