The Wistful Saga
The Great Hall of King Aldous did not merely stand; it loomed, a monolith of blackened oak and stained glass that seemed to drink the light of the world and spit it back out as a pale, bruised twilight, and in the center of that suffocating silence, Sir Thomas Bradshaw held the mirror that had been his father’s, and before him, the King’s own reflection stared back, not with the familiar cold...
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