The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray veil stitched tight against the glass of the watchtower. Elias Thorne sat in the dark. His hands were still. They had to be still. If they shook, the watch would see. The cold bit through his wool, settling into the marrow of his wrists. He held the staff. Not a weapon. A bone. It was old. Older than the town of Oakhaven. Older than the stones in...

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