The Wistful Throne

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The candle guttered, casting long, jagged shadows against the parchment. Elias froze, his quill hovering over the inkwell, his breath held in his chest like a trapped bird. Master Aldous stood behind him, his silhouette blocking the thin slice of moonlight that had crept through the high, narrow window. "You hesitate," Aldous said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping across stone....

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