The Wistful Throne
The rain had stopped. The road was red. Elias stood at the gate. He held his staff. It was made of ash wood. It was smooth. He had worn it for forty years. The wood was dark now. It looked like bone. He was a tanner. He worked with hide. He worked with salt. He worked with time. His hands were rough. They were stained brown. They did not wash clean. Not really. The stain was in the pores. The...
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