The Wistful Throne

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The fog came in from the estuary like a living thing, thick and cold and smelling of brine and rot. It swallowed the village of Harrowgate whole. Elias stood at the edge of the marsh, his hands trembling. He was a man made of salt and silence, a conduit for things that had no names. The villagers called him the Watcher. They did not like him, but they needed him. When the air grew heavy with...

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