The Wistful Throne

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The ink on the parchment is moving again, sliding like black oil across the vellum to form shapes that do not belong to the liturgy, and you watch them with a hunger that feels less like reverence and more like a physical ache in your gut. You are Thomas, twelve years old, your fingers stained up to the second knuckle with gallnut and iron, and you want the Master’s seal, that small, cold...

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