The Wistful Throne

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The wind on the ridge did not howl; it cut. It was a thin, metallic sound that vibrated in the teeth and scraped the skin raw. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the drop, his left leg a dead weight against the ice. The prosthetic was locked, the carbon fiber stiff and cold, but the joint at the knee was screaming. Not with pain, exactly, but with a grinding, mechanical refusal that traveled up...

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