The Wistful Throne

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The air in the valley smelled of wet stone and old blood. It hung heavy, a visible fog that clung to the hem of Elias’s robes. He walked with a limp, his left leg aching with a deep, rhythmic throb that mirrored the pounding of his heart. He was a scholar of the old rites, a man who had spent forty years studying the codexes in the high library. He knew the words. He knew the histories. But he...

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