The Wistful Throne

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The dream did not fade so much as it calcified, turning the air inside Edward’s lungs into a heavy, grey sludge. He stood in a courtyard that had no name, a place where the stones were worn smooth by centuries of silent footsteps, and the sky above was the color of a bruise that refused to heal. In his hands, he held a shield that was not metal, but a mirror, and in the reflection, he did not...

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