The Wistful Throne

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The road was red dust and bone. Thomas rode the mule. The mule was old. Its ribs showed. Thomas did not care. He cared about the sack. The sack was heavy. Inside was gold. Inside was power. Inside was a lie. The village lay ahead. Gray stone. Black smoke. Silence. Thomas tightened his belt. The leather creaked. It sounded like a dry branch snapping. He looked at the sky. It was white. It was...

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