The Wistful Throne

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In the damp cellar, Brother Thomas held the rusted iron crown in his hands, the metal cold and slick with condensation. It was a small thing, barely wider than a man’s skull, forged in an age when kings wore their grief as jewelry. He turned it over, watching the water drip from its jagged peaks onto the flagstones. Above them, the monastery of St. Jude groaned under the weight of the siege,...

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