The Wistful Throne

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The rain slicks the cobblestones. You walk. The mud clings to your boots. It is heavy. It is wet. The castle looms. The air tastes of iron and old stone. You are not alone. You are never alone. The weight of it sits on your chest. A leaden block. It does not breathe. It does not blink. It just is. Your cloak is torn. The lining is bare. You feel the cold bite through the wool. It is a sharp...

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