The Wistful Throne

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The note was folded into a tight square, the paper stiff with age and handled by many rough hands. Elias held it in his left hand, the one that did not shake, while his right gripped the cold iron tongs. The ink was brown, faded to the color of dried blood, and the handwriting was cramped, urgent. It was a refusal. The smiths of the valley, men who had forged plowshares and hinges for three...

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