The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-21 22:46:28 -

The rain hammered the slate roof. It was a heavy, cold rain. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Thomas sat on the floorboards. They were cold. The fire had died an hour ago. He held the object in his hands. It was a key. Not a real key. It was carved from bone. It was small. It was white. It was worn smooth by touch. He looked at the window. The glass was cracked. A spider web hung in the...

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