The Wistful Throne

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In the center of the oak table, Elias Thorne held his father’s signet ring, the gold tarnished by decades of sweat and silence, turning it over in his thumb until the metal grew warm. The room smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the ink that had stained his fingers for the past three months. Outside, the mist of Oakhaven pressed against the library windows like a living thing,...

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