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... at I really wanted… want… is something else.
It was just another day, boring day. The same 32 seats flanked the path to the throne. Thankfully, they were empty, which meant I did not have to deal with the nagging elders. I sat on the 33rd seat in the room, the throne- made of pure gold. It was cold… and fucking hard. I had complained a gazillion times before- to put a cushion on the damn seat- but to no avail.
Every time, the elders said the same thing.
It was the traditi ...
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