The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-17 13:51:22 -

The city of Aethelgard did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, stone-lunged beast sleeping through a fever dream of ash and iron. In the high spires of the Citadel, where the wind whistled through the broken arches like a mournful clarinet, young Thomas Ashworth stood on the precipice of the world, his small hands gripping the cold, jagged edge of the parapet, watching the smoke...

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