The Wistful Throne

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The cellar was cold enough to make the stone sweat, and the air smelled of damp earth and the sharp, peppery bite of the root Elias had been grinding for three days. He stood over the heavy oak table, his forearms aching with the familiar burn of labor, his hands buried deep in the pale, yielding mass of dough. In the shadows behind him, Mara watched. She did not speak, but her eyes were fixed...

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