The Wistful Throne

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The iron gates of Blackwood Keep had not opened for a stranger in forty years, yet they creaked under the weight of my armor as I stepped into the courtyard. The air tasted of rust and stale rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat. I was not a stranger here, not really. I was the shadow that the keep had cast upon itself, the silent guardian who had watched the stones grow mossy...

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