The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 16:22:19 -

The rain had stopped, but the air in the courtyard still held the damp, heavy scent of wet stone and old iron. Elias Thorne stood alone beneath the awning of the municipal watchtower, his back to the door, watching the mist curl around the base of the structure. He was fifty-four, a number that sat in his chest like a stone. His hands, once steady enough to thread a needle under pressure, now...

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