The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 19:10:50 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the high windows of the orphanage, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and stone. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tea. Silas sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was twelve, though he looked older, his face gaunt and sharp as a bird’s beak. He...

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