The Wistful Throne

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The bone broke. It snapped with a wet, final crack. Silence followed. Then the screaming started. Not from the crowd. From inside the chest. Arthur Vane did not feel pain. He felt absence. The left arm hung limp. Dead weight. A puppet’s limb. The arena floor was red. Not with blood. With rust. Old iron dust. The air tasted of copper. And fear. And sweat. He stood. Legs trembling. Knees locked....

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