The Wistful Throne

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The sky fell first. Not with rain, but with silence. A heavy, violet hush that swallowed the sound of the wind. I stood on the bridge. The stone was cold under my boots. It was a bridge of black glass. It led to the Spire. The Spire was the only thing left. Everything else had turned to ash. I held the lever. It was iron. It was small. It fit in my palm. It felt warm. It felt alive. Behind me,...

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