The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell sideways. It cut through the air like needles of ice. Elias held the staff. The wood was old. The wood was wet. The wood was cracking. He gripped it tight. His knuckles turned white. He was not a king. He was a man. He was a man in a wet field. The field was gray. The sky was gray. Everything was gray. He had come from the south. The south was dry. The south was hot. Here, the...

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