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... he very pinnacle, the whirlpool turned slowly above the Throne's crown.
Golden, serpentine currents lit the engines; sacred power coursed through vein-like conduits, making the whole edifice exude ancient gravitas until even the air turned heavy.
A dense, pounding thrum grew clear—thoom, thoom, thoom—a heartbeat rolling across the sector.
Eternal, untouchable.
At the top, the Black Throne drowned beneath golden radiance, its glow mingling with the curling smoke of ...
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