The Wistful Throne

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Veronica Valenzuela stood in the ruins of the union hall, watching the black smoke curl from the broken obsidian slab that had once served as the seat of the High Chancellor. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. She remembered the day the crack first appeared, a thin white line spidering across the dark surface, whispering her...

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