The Wistful Throne

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The sky over the iron foundry did not fall; it collapsed, a sudden and total surrender of light to a churning, violet-black void that swallowed the smokestacks and the distant hills in equal measure. The air grew thick, tasting of copper and ozone, until the very breath became a physical weight pressing against the lungs. In that cataclysmic instant, the world as it had been known—governed by...

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