The Wistful Throne

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The rain had been falling for three days, turning the earth of the Blackwood Valley into a slick, brown paste that clung to the boots of every man who dared to walk it. Thomas Vance stood at the edge of the clearing, his rifle resting lightly against his shoulder, watching the mist coil around the gnarled roots of the oaks. He was not looking for the enemy. He was looking for the house. "You’re...

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