The Wistful Throne
The rain had fallen for three days, turning the red clay of the valley into a thick, sucking slurry that devoured the boots of those who dared to walk it. Elias Thorne moved through this landscape with the weary precision of a man who had long since stopped believing that the ground beneath him was solid. He was a seeker of lost things, a professional investigator for the Ministry of...
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