The Wistful Throne

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The road was wet. Not rain. Dew. A thick, cold fog rolled off the river, swallowing the world in gray. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. Leather. Old. The laces were frayed. He did not look down. He looked ahead. The path was a line. A straight line into the white. He carried a box. Wood. Oak. Bound in iron. It was light. Too light. Inside was nothing. Or so he was told. A trophy. A proof. A...

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