The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell on the stone bridge. It was a cold, steady rain. It washed the mud from the cobblestones. It slicked the armor. Sir Edward Ashworth stood by the water. He held his sword low. The blade was dull. The edge was worn. He had not sharpened it in weeks. He looked at his reflection. The face was gaunt. The eyes were deep. They were hollow pits of shadow. He did not recognize the man...

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