The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world into a smear of mud and iron. I stood at the head of the column, my gauntlets slick, the weight of the longsword in my hand feeling less like a weapon and more like an anchor, dragging me down into the wet earth. We were the Kingsguard, or what remained of us, three men walking out of the...

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