The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 11:59:48 -

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it descended, a gray curtain woven by the hands of gods who had forgotten mercy. You walked with your back against the cold mud, the weight of your iron breastplate pressing a familiar, heavy circle into your chest. The air smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood. You were a man of the King’s Guard, a shield for the crown, and for...

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