The Wistful Throne

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The air tasted of copper and old rain. You stood in the center of the hall, your boots sinking slightly into the moss that covered the floor. It was not moss, really, but a thick, soft rot that smelled of earth and decay, yet it felt alive under your weight. Around you, the pillars stretched up into a darkness so profound it seemed to have a texture, a velvet weight that pressed against your...

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