The Wistful Throne

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The sand did not bite; it hummed. I stood at the edge of the Shimmering Wastes, the white heat rising in waves that distorted the horizon into a liquid mirror. My squad, five men in tan fatigues, waited behind me, their faces hidden behind dust masks that rattled with each breath. I adjusted the leather belt around my waist, feeling the familiar weight of the buckle against my hip. It was my...

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