The Wistful Throne

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The iron key was cold in my palm, a slab of rusted metal that felt less like a tool and more like a wound, a jagged piece of the world’s history that I had been holding for three days, turning it over and over in the dark of my cell, listening to the drip of condensation from the stone ceiling which echoed in the high vaulted hall like the slow, steady beating of a heart that refused to stop,...

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