The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 18:24:24 -

The ink was black. It was also cold. Aldous sat in the high tower of the Keep. The stone was damp. It wept. He held the quill. His hand trembled. Not from fear. From cold. The winter had come early. It had come hungry. He looked at the parchment. It was blank. It was waiting. The law demanded a verdict. The law did not sleep. The law did not forgive. It only waited for the name. For the mark....

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