The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 14:13:02 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel path behind the old mill into a slurry of brown mud and shattered twigs, a landscape that felt less like a place and more like a slow, wet suffocation pressing in on every side. I stood there with my back against the cold, damp wood of the mill door, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my coat, watching the water drip from the...

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