The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey silk that blurred the edges of the world into a watercolor smear of slate and rust. In the center of the courtyard, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of invisible feet, stood a row of men who did not exist, at least not in the way the living understood existence. They were the Sentinels of the Threshold, and...

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