The Wistful Throne

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The mist hung low over the ironworks, a grey shroud that smelled of rust and wet wool. Elias did not mind the cold. He had never minded the cold. To Elias, the temperature was merely a number, a variable in an equation that the rest of the men found too complex to solve. He was not a man, not in the way the foremen, the clerks, and the wives in the village below the ridge understood it. He was...

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