The Wistful Throne

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The smell of wet wool and old iron hangs in the air. You are standing in the workshop. It is cold. The candle flickers. It casts long, thin shadows against the walls. You are a smith. Or you were. Now your hands shake. The tremor is new. It is a thief in the night. It steals the steadiness from your grip. You look at the anvil. It sits in the center of the room. It is black and heavy. It has...

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