Obsidian Throne

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He sat on a throne of tainted black, a dark obsidian nonetheless contaminated with stubborn bloodstains. He had been assured, numerous times, from his artisans, stonemakers and craftsmen, that obsidian wouldn't stain. He had also been assured, albeit with more hesitancy, that making a throne of obsidian was an ill-gotten decision. It wasn't a ‘regal’ material, it was to be used for arrowheads; it was sharp and brittle, the armrests could chip away; and, though an oft-neglected footnote, it wou