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... k that shot up his spine. He gasped, eyes wide open. Cold marble beneath his cheek. A knife against his throat.
He was not in his small apartment anymore.No ceiling fan to spin lazily above. No broken bulb to illuminate the room.
Only gold pillars.Red banners.Torches aflame, dancing along a vast throne hall.
At the far end sat a throne of dark stone—twisted, jagged, and draped in black silk.Scores of guards ringed him, blades drawn.Their faces were masks—expressions unrea ...
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