The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell like a hammer on the slate roof of the watchtower. It was a cold, medieval cold, the kind that seeped into the marrow and stayed there. Elias stood on the edge of the cliff, his body swaying with the rhythm of the wind. He was not looking at the sea below. He was looking at the man behind him. The man was old. His name was Arthur, but Elias knew him as the Architect. Arthur held a...

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