The Wistful Throne

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The spire was a jagged tooth against a sky the color of bruised plums. Elias Thorne stood in the shadow of the unfinished nave, his hands raw and bleeding from the chisel work that had consumed the last three months. He was a master mason, a man who built things to last, yet he felt like a structure already collapsing inward. The Black Death had taken half of Oakhaven in a single fortnight, and...

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