The Wistful Throne

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The candle flame shivered, a tiny, frantic thing against the vast, indifferent dark of the abbey hall, casting long, jagged shadows that stretched across the cold stone floor like the fingers of a drowning man. Elara sat alone at the heavy oak table, the wood worn smooth by centuries of hands that were now dust, and she held the pen with a grip so tight her knuckles had turned the color of old...

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