The Wistful Throne

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the East Wing, blurring the gray morning into a smear of slate and iron. Elias sat on the cold stone floor, his knees drawn to his chest, listening to the rhythmic thrum of the steam pipes deep within the walls. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hair the color of wet straw and eyes that held a stillness too profound for a child....

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