The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 04:02:30 -

The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended in the air like a grey curtain, vibrating with a low, constant hum that resonated in the bones of everyone who walked the streets of Oakhaven. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the park, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had no business existing in this century. The metal was warm, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic beat that matched...

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