The Wistful Throne

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Kaelen. The name was spoken by a guard, low and sharp, cutting through the hum of the hall. You turned. Your boots scraped the stone floor, a sound that felt too loud, too final. You were thirty-two years old, a captain of the Royal Guard, and you had come here to save your brother. The air in the throne room was thick, stale with the scent of old wax and fear. Lord Vane stood by the dais,...

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