"Echoes of the Night King's Throne"

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Nestled on the crest of Wolf's Hill, the grandeur of Thorn royal castle was an ethereal sight to behold under the cloak of night. Its golden spires, woven with the forest's dark shadows, whispering tales of a kingdom's ancient history. Trees, as old as time, stood sentinel, their leaves caressing the hill's gentle slope while brooding mountains watched over in the distance.

Yet, beneath its enchanting beauty, Thorn held a secret, a secret revealed only to the most curious eyes. For on quiet nights, when the moon bathed the land in a silver glow, a faint, haunting melody wafted through the forest - the enduring cry of the legendary Night King. Concealed within the castle's hallowed halls, this ancient monarch ruled over the very essence of life and death.

But every tale carries a twist, and Thorn's was no different. The legend spoke of the Night King's inevitable reign, of his awe-inspiring power, forever bitter and unyielding. Few knew, however, that his reign wasn't a curse, but a gift. And as the sun began to rise, revealing another day in the land beneath the hill, the Night King's melody faded away, leaving behind an immutable truth: that every dawn heralded a new beginning, and not an end.