The Wistful Throne

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You are old. The joints in your knees click like dry twigs snapping under a boot. You know this. You have always known this, but you pretend otherwise, for the sake of the game, for the sake of the man who walks beside you. His name is Silas. He is young. His face is unlined, save for the deep shadows under his eyes that speak of sleepless nights spent studying maps that do not exist. He looks...

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