The Wistful Throne

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The bell in the steeple rang for the last time. It was a high, thin sound, like a bird trapped in glass. It cut through the fog that sat heavy on the cobblestones of Oakhaven. Everyone looked up. Not to see the ringer, who was long dead, but to feel the vibration in their teeth. Elias stood at the edge of the square. He was not a man of flesh and bone, not entirely. He was the shadow that the...

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