The Wistful Throne

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The mud in the Grey Wastes was not wet, but cold, a slurry of grey ash and wet iron that sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he dragged his left leg forward. He was fifty-two years old, a fact that felt less like a number and more like a weight pressing down on his spine, bending his posture into a permanent question mark. In his right hand, he gripped the rusted iron shield, its...

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