The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 04:12:52 -

The air in the Hall of Echoes tasted of iron and old stone. Caelen stood at the center of the floor. His boots were heavy. The leather was stiff. It had not been oiled in years. He held the Brand. It was a square of black iron. It was cold to the touch. The edges were worn smooth. He had held it for ten years. His hands were scarred. The metal had burned into his skin. Now it felt like part of...

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