The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 16:33:05 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, gray curtain, woven from the breath of the earth and the sorrow of the sky. Thomas stood at the mouth of the tunnel, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to him like a second skin. The air smelled of wet stone and iron. It was the smell of the old world, before the new things came. Before the light changed. He was not alone. Behind him, the...

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