The Wistful Throne

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The sickness did not come as a whisper, but as a hammer blow to the earth. One moment the valley of Ashenmoor was still, the green hills breathing in the mist, and the next the ground split with a sound like the cracking of a giant’s knuckle. The house, the great stone edifice your grandfather built to defy the ages, shuddered. Dust rained from the lintels. The air turned thick, tasting of...

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