The Wistful Throne

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The fog did not rise from the valley of Ashenmere so much as it leaked from the earth itself, a cold, gray exhalation that swallowed the stone walls of the old manor and the faces of those who stood within them, blurring the line between the living and the dead, between the stone and the flesh, until the only thing that remained sharp and undeniable was the sound of Eleanor’s breathing, a...

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