The Wistful Throne

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"Look at me," the woman said. Her voice was thin, like wind through dry reeds. She stood before the glass. It was not a mirror. It was a pool of quicksilver, deep and still. The light in the room was blue. Cold. It came from no source. It just was. "You are not the queen," you said. You did not look up. You were mending a torn hem. The needle was silver. The thread was black. It sang as it...

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