The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 04:26:02 -

The frost had taken the windowpanes by the time the king left. He did not look back. He walked down the long corridor, his boots striking the stone with a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like a heartbeat slowing. The air in the castle was thin. It tasted of iron and old snow. He was not a man of words. He had never been. His father had been a man of words, a courtier who could turn...

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