And then I had a thought. A horrible, horrible thought. I turned slowly around. I looked at the wall I’d been standing against. And then I looked up. It wasn’t a wall, exactly. It was a dais. A big one. Atop it sat a great stone throne. And upon the throne sat a figure in black armor, covered from head to toe. He was huge, nine feet tall at least, and had a lean, athletic look to him despite the armor. His helm covered his head and veiled his face with darkness, and great, savagely pointed antlers rose up from the helmet, though whether they were adornment or appendage I couldn’t say. Within
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