The Wistful Throne

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The river had swallowed the bridge three winters ago, leaving behind only a jagged stump of oak and iron that jutted from the mud like a broken bone, and it was to this stump that Alistair Thorne returned every dawn, not to fish, nor to cross, but to stand in the shallow water until the cold bit through his boots and into the marrow of his shins. He was a man who had worn his uniform until the...

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