The Wistful Throne

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The ink was still wet on the page. I watched it bleed into the fibers of the parchment, a dark vein spreading through the pale skin of the world. It was my name. Or rather, it was the name I had chosen for myself in this place. It did not look like my name. It looked like a wound. "Is it done?" I looked up. Eleanor stood at the edge of the clearing, her dress heavy with the moisture of the...

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