The Wistful Throne

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The blood began to seep from the mortar as Sir Eamon knelt before the altar. It was a thin, rusty line, tracing the chiseled stone of the chapel floor. He did not look at it. He looked only at the face of the man who would take his place, the man who would die so that Eamon could live. The oath was a lie. They all knew it. The castle of Blackwood did not need a savior; it needed a corpse. Eamon...

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