The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 22:19:55 -

The wagon wheels groaned against the gravel. It was a sound like old bones breaking. Silas Vane sat in the back, his hands resting on the leather straps. His knuckles were white. He did not look at the road. He looked at the box. The box was small. It was made of dark oak. It smelled of cedar and sweat. Inside lay the King’s Falcon. Or rather, what remained of it. It was no longer a bird of...

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