The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell like iron filings. It hissed against the stone ramparts of the Citadel of Aethelgard. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He held his sword. The blade was dull. He knew it was dull. He did not care. The enemy was not human. They were shadows. They moved on the fog. They had no faces. They had no names. They were the Unbound. Elias gripped the hilt. His knuckles were white. He...

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