The Wistful Throne
The ice broke the town of Alderbrook not with a shatter, but with a long, low groan that rose from the frozen depths of the River Ouse as the first snow of winter began to fall. It was a sound that seemed to come from the bones of the earth itself, a tremor that passed through the cobblestones and into the timbers of the houses, waking the dogs and silencing the birds. In the center of the town...
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