The Wistful Throne

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias sat in the corner, his back against the damp wall, the single candle before him sputtering in the draft. He was forty years old, though he looked older, his hands rough and stained with the grime of twenty years of service. Lord Blackwood had given him one night. If the silver chalice was not found by dawn, the estate would be sold, and Elias...

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