The Wistful Throne

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The iron was warm. Not hot. Just the temperature of old blood. Captain Elias Thorne held the ring. It was a simple band. Gold. Worn thin at the edges. The inscription on the inside was gone. Scrubbed away by years of thumbs. By years of worry. By years of the same gesture. He sat in the chair. The chair was heavy oak. Carved with lions. The lions looked angry. They looked tired. The room was...

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