The Wistful Throne

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The fog rolled in off the river like a grey tide, swallowing the iron railings of the outpost until only the sound of our boots on the gravel remained, a rhythmic thudding that seemed to beat against the inside of my own skull. I stood there, hands clasped behind my back, watching the mist curl around the spectral figure that had been following me for three weeks, a shapeless thing that...

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