The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a cold and relentless weeping that soaked through the wool of my cloak and settled into the marrow of my bones as I watched the figure of Sir Thomas Ashworth disappear into the mist-shrouded valley below, his back straight, his armor dull against the gray morning, leaving me alone on the precipice of the world we knew and the world...

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