The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 01:15:26 -

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It fell hard. It fell cold. Thomas walked. His boots were wet. The leather was soft. It had been soft for years. He pulled his cloak tighter. The wool was thin. It scratched his neck. He did not look up. He looked at the ground. The stones were slick. They were black. He was the Warden of the East Gate. He wore the silver clasp. It was heavy. It sat on his...

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