The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and the leather of his boots. He sat on the edge of a moss-covered stone in the middle of the moor, watching the steam rise from the small tin canister in his hands. The metal was warm, a fragile pocket of heat in the damp October chill. He had been walking for three days....

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