The Wistful Throne

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The iron was cold. It bit into Callum’s palm, a dull, persistent ache that matched the grey sky pressing down on the ramparts. “Did you hear them?” The voice was rough, scraped raw by wind and fear. It belonged to Ewan, his younger brother. Ewan stood close, his shoulder brushing Callum’s. The contact was electric, a shock of life against the stone. “No,” Callum lied. His throat was dry. “Just...

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