The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-22 23:25:44 -

The snow had begun to fall in thick, grey sheets, muffling the sounds of the keep until the world outside the iron-banded doors felt like a distant memory. Elias Thorne stood before the High Steward, his knuckles white where they gripped the hilt of his sword, his breath visible in the cold air that seeped through the cracks in the ancient stone. He was a gaunt man of forty-two, his face a map...

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