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Just the sickly purple glow of black candles that burned without consuming their wax, casting shadows.
The throne sat at the chamber's far end.
Hooded figures knelt in a semicircle before it, heads bowed, hands pressed to cold stone.
The air pressed down with weight that had nothing to do with atmosphere. Something vast occupied this space, presence felt rather than seen, existing in the gaps between reality's threads.
When the voice came, it came from e ...
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