The Wistful Throne

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The fog rolled off the moors, thick and grey, swallowing the road until I could no longer see the wheels of the cart. I had been walking for six hours, my boots heavy with the mud of the northern border, and my mind was a tight knot of anxiety and relief. I was Elias Thorne, a border warden, and I had served the Crown for twelve years. I wanted only to rest, to secure my pension, and to marry...

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