The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 10:06:49 -

The fog sat heavy on the valley floor. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias walked. His boots were old leather. The soles were worn thin. He could feel the cold seep up through the soles. He did not stop. Stopping was a sin in the Order. He carried a satchel. Inside was a mirror. The glass was cracked. A single hairline fracture ran from corner to corner. It did not break. It held. Just...

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