The Wistful Throne

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You wake in the cold. The floor is stone, old and unyielding. It presses against your cheek. You are in the Palace. Not the museum part. Not the place where tourists take photos of the gilded ceilings. You are in the deep places. The air smells of damp wool and ozone. It is a sharp smell. It cuts through the rot of the years. You sit up. Your bones ache. You are a captain. You remember this....

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