The Wistful Throne

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The stone floor of the antechamber was cold enough to seep through the thick leather of Sir Aldric’s boots, a chill that traveled up his shins and settled in the marrow of his knees, a sensation he had long since learned to identify as the precursor to duty. He stood alone in the dim, vaulted space, the air heavy with the scent of beeswax and old dust, listening to the silence that pressed...

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