The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the black mud of the valley into a slick, sucking mire that swallowed the boots of the procession. You walk at the rear of the line, your hands bound by chains that have worn the skin of your wrists to raw, weeping flesh. The weight of the iron is a constant, cold companion, a physical reminder of the judgment passed by the High Court of Eldoria,...

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