The Wistful Throne

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The feast was a roar of silver and wine, but Elias saw only the dust motes dancing in the shafts of light. He sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly in his lap, still and pale as parchment. Around him, the lords of the valley raised their cups. They laughed. The sound was heavy, wet, and final. It was the laughter of those who own the land, the sky, and the law. Elias...

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