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The Throne Of Echoes
Author: Adeola
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The door opened into a chamber so vast it felt like standing inside the throat of a god.

Aris stepped through, and the others followed, their footsteps swallowed by a floor of polished black crystal. The walls rose into darkness, and the ceiling was lost in a haze of shifting light. But at the center of the chamber, there was no mistaking what waited.

A throne.

It was carved from the same frozen sound as the city outside, but it w

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