The Wistful Throne

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I dreamed of the stone before I woke to it, a jagged tooth of granite jutting from the mud like a broken knuckle. In the dream, the fog was not grey but a thick, viscous white, and it whispered my name, Elias, over and over, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and a dull, throbbing ache in my left knee, a pain that felt less like injury...

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