The Wistful Throne
The hall was dark, save for the fire. It burned low. The wood was old oak. It cracked. It hissed. The heat was dry. It sucked the moisture from the air. It sucked the life from the walls. Elias stood by the window. He wore chainmail. The links were cold. They weighed on his shoulders. He was the King. He held the throne. The throne was empty. It sat in the center of the room. It was made of...
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