The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-17 22:45:39 -

The dream always begins with the smell of wet wool and old iron. I am standing in the Great Hall of the Keep, the air thick with the dust of centuries, and I am not alone. There are others, a dozen men in their furs and mail, their faces carved by wind and war. We are the Keepers of the Wall, bound by an oath that predates the kingdom, bound by a bloodline that runs cold and dark in our veins....

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