The Wistful Silence

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The fire took the throne room at dawn. It did not roar. It whispered. The flames climbed the ancient oak pillars like ivy, silent and green in death. I stood in the doorway, my hand on the hilt of my sword, feeling the heat kiss my face. It was a familiar warmth. I had waited for it. I was the King’s investigator. My name was Elias Thorne. I served the Crown, though the Crown was no longer a...

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