The Wistful Throne

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The iron gates of the Abbey of Saint Jude did not rust, though the air was thick with the damp rot of October. They stood as two black sentinels, fixed in the earth, unchanging against the shifting grey sky. Inside, the air tasted of candle wax and old stone, a silence that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Elias Thorne stood before the High Table, his hands trembling slightly at...

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