The Wistful Throne

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The bell in the tower tolled the hour of the wolf. It was a dull, wet sound, like a stone dropping into deep water. Elias sat in the workshop. The air was thick with the scent of tallow and old wood. He held a small piece of parchment in his hand. The ink had dried black and sharp. He did not look up. "Father." The voice came from the doorway. It was soft. It was afraid. Elias did not turn. He...

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