The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 22:10:40 -

You leave the castle before the sun has fully bled into the sky. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and rotting lilies. You carry a basket woven from pale willow. Inside, it is empty. You know it is empty. Yet you hold it against your chest as if it held a sleeping child. You walk down the long causeway. The mist clings to your ankles. It is cold. It is always cold here. The water...

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