The Throne That Breathes

The throne was not supposed to be alive.

And yet it pulsed beneath her.

Sirelia sat still at the heart of the Dustborn sanctum, barefoot, cloaked in nothing but ash-stained linen and the weight of a thousand betrayals. Around her, the hall echoed with the distant chants of priestesses and the poun...

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