The Wistful Throne
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the night air of the Iron Citadel, shattering the silence that had settled over the kingdom like a heavy, suffocating shroud. It was the scream of a beast, or perhaps a man, or perhaps both, as the old legends insisted they were the same thing. Captain Elias Thorne woke to the taste of ash on his tongue, the familiar,...
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