The Wistful Throne

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The willow stood at the edge of the moor, its roots deep in the black earth, its branches heavy with leaves that turned gold before the frost came. I have been watching it for three hundred years. It has not moved. It has not changed. Only the light changes. Only the wind changes. The tree stays. I was not always what I am now. I was Edward. I remember the name. I remember the weight of it in...

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