The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-22 09:30:43 -

The sky over the citadel of Aethelgard did not fall. It cracked. A fissure ran from the northern spire to the southern gate, a line of absolute white silence that cut the air. The sound came a moment later. It was not a boom. It was the shriek of iron tearing, a long, sustained wail that vibrated in the teeth and the marrow. Master Alaric stood at the center of the Great Hall. He held the...

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