The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-23 22:48:14 -

The scribe, the scribe, come here, the voice of the guard cut through the roar of the bombardment, sharp and brittle as a snapped twig, and I pulled myself from the shadows of the archive, my boots squelching in the mud that had seeped through the floorboards of the royal chamber, leaving a wet, cold print that smelled of iron and rot. I am Elias, forty years old, a man whose life has been...

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