The Wistful Throne

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Elias. The name hung in the wet air of the mine entrance, called out by a voice that had gone thin with exhaustion. You turned, your boots scraping against the mud, and saw Arthur standing in the shadow of the headframe, his face a mask of soot and fear. He did not come forward. He pointed into the dark throat of the shaft. The air tasted of iron. It was a metallic taste, sharp and cold, that...

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