The Thorned Throne

The Bone Throne did not creak. It shifted.

Subtly. Imperceptibly. As if the old skybeast still breathed beneath its petrified ribcage, exhaling once every few centuries in protest of the weight now seated atop its spine.

Sirelia sat motionless for a long while. Blood trickled in slender lines bene...

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