The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 18:27:55 -

The dream had no architecture, only a floor of wet slate that stretched out into a fog so thick it felt less like air and more like a physical weight pressing against his lungs, a cold, damp hand squeezing the breath from his chest until the only sound he could hear was the erratic, desperate thumping of his own heart, a rhythm that seemed to accelerate with every step he took across the slick,...

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