By IMERPUS RELUR
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He found a throne.
Massive.
Eternal.
Untouched.
"Whose seat is this?" he asked.
A whisper answered:
> "Whoever dares not rule."
So he sat.
Not to command.
Not to conquer.
But to listen.
And from below the throne
rose a chorus of sins—
singing his name
like a prayer they'd forgotten how to curse.