The Wistful Throne

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The baker’s hands were still, but his eyes moved with the frantic, darting speed of a trapped animal. Elias stood in the doorway, the smell of yeast and rotting wood filling his nostrils, and waited for the man to speak. He did not. The silence in the stone hall was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Elias’s eardrums, thick with the scent of damp mortar and the...

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