The Wistful Throne
The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth of the road, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that matched the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest as he traveled toward the estate of his late mentor, the formidable Judge Aldous Blackwood. It was a journey of three hours through the mist-choked valleys of the industrial north, where the air tasted of coal smoke and wet iron, and the sky hung...
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