The Wistful Throne

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The town of Oakhaven sat in a bowl of mist that never fully lifted. It was a place of stone walls and damp earth. The air smelled of wet wool and old wood. Thomas Bradshaw walked the same path every morning. He walked past the bakery. He walked past the mill. He walked to the edge of the forest. He was a man of few words. He kept his head low. He kept his eyes on the ground. He was a prisoner...

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