The Wistful Throne
The stairs of the Watchtower numbered four hundred and twelve, a fact I had counted three times while climbing, my fingers slick with the damp sweat of a twelve-year-old boy who believed he was ascending a ladder to the sky. I was Elias, son of the late Arthur Thorne, and I was going to take the High Seat from Lord Vane, not because I had a plan, but because the air in the city of Oakhaven had...
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