The Wistful Throne
The silence of the Millbrook valley was not empty but heavy, a physical substance that pressed against the eardrums with the consistent, low-frequency hum of a machine operating at maximum capacity for centuries. Here, the air tasted of wet limestone and ancient, dormant iron, and the shadows did not merely fall but pooled in the corners of the stone archways, gathering depth and darkness like...
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