The Wistful Saga
The court was not a place of light, but a cavern of shadows where the air tasted of wet stone and old iron, a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against the temples of every soul trapped within its vaulted ceilings, and in this place, where the whispers of kings were the only law and the silence was a blade sharper than any sword, stood Aldous Thorne, a man whose hands were stained not with...
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