The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 02:06:22 -

The rain hit the tarmac in hard, rhythmic slaps. It was a gray, featureless morning in the capital. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the press pit. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how. The cold was a distant memory, like a name he could not quite recall. He wore the uniform of the High Authority. It was pristine. White. Stark against the mud and the broken concrete of the old...

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