The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 00:32:58 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, dark mirror, and I sat at the base of the great oak tree, my hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of the sword, feeling the cold iron bite into my palm, a constant, painful reminder that I was not yet ready to let go of the weight I had carried for so long. I was twelve...

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