The Wistful Throne

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The bell tolled three times. It was a low, bruised sound that seemed to settle into the marrow of the stone floor. Elara did not look up from the ledger. Her quill scratched against the parchment, a dry, rhythmic whisper that competed with the echo of the bell. "You are late," a voice said. It was soft, but it carried the weight of iron. Elara stopped writing. She did not turn around. She knew...

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