The Wistful Throne
The glass shatters. Not metaphorically. Literally. You are holding it. A thick, heavy crystal tumbler. It slips from your fingers. It hits the concrete floor. It bursts into a hundred jagged stars. The sound is loud. It echoes. It hurts your ears. You stare at the pieces. "Did you see that?" Your voice is small. It is not the voice you used to command rooms. It is the voice of a man who has...
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