The Wistful Throne

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The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound like the cracking of old knuckles, as Elias Thorne drove his horse toward the village of Oakhaven. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind where the air sits heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a scent that Elias had learned to associate with the end of things. He was not a man who looked at maps. He was a...

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