The Wistful Throne

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The iron taste of blood is not a flavor but a texture, a gritty, metallic sediment that coats the back of your throat and refuses to dissolve, lingering even after you have spat the crimson mixture into the wet, moss-eaten stones of the courtyard. You are kneeling, your knees sinking into the cold mud of the keep’s outer wall, your hands trembling not from the cold, though the wind howling off...

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