The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-23 03:49:09 -

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of my own name whispering in the dark. It was a dry, papery rasp, like old parchment being torn. I lay in my narrow cot, staring at the stone ceiling, and knew I had heard it before. The Wistful Throne sat in the Great Hall, a relic of a forgotten dynasty, carved from black oak and said to hold the memories of the dead. I was a scribe,...

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