The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-23 17:46:25 -

The Guild Master’s boots clicked on the flagstones, a dry, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence of the mill like a knife through wet wool. I stood by the wheel, my hand resting on the great stone, feeling its heat seep into my palm, a pulse that matched my own failing heartbeat. "The compact is void," he said, his voice flat, devoid of the malice I expected, carrying only the cold weight...

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