The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 07:31:15 -

The bread was stale. It had been stale since Tuesday. Thomas kept it in the tin beneath the cot. He did not eat it. He watched the crumble gather on the floorboards. The castle was a mouth. It chewed on him. The stones were cold. The air tasted of iron and wet wool. He was the Keeper of the Grain. This was his title. It was also his sentence. The Great Hall smelled of rot. The merchants had...

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