The Wistful Throne

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The parchment lay open on the oak table, its edges curling like dried leaves in a autumn wind, and Elias held the quill with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from the failing of his own nerves. The letter, written in a script so precise it seemed carved into the skin of the page, demanded his presence at the Abbey of St. Jude by the next new moon, citing a debt of service that had...

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