The Wistful Throne

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The tower stood in the center of the village square, a slab of grey stone that had watched the seasons turn for three hundred years. It was called the Spire. To the villagers, it was a monument to the old kings. To Maren, it was a cage. She sat on the highest balcony, her knees drawn up to her chest. The wind here was different. It did not blow; it screamed. It tore at her hair and bit through...

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