The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-17 16:44:36 -

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Aethelgard like a fine, grey dust, washing away the summer heat but not the weight of the season. It had been three days since Elara had left the safety of her father’s mill, and now she stood before the gates of the Citadel, her boots sinking into the mud that slicked the city’s foundation. She was seventeen, an age that felt both too young for the burden...

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