The Wistful Throne
The silver circlet shatters in your hand, the sound sharp as a bone breaking. Black ink bleeds from the shards, staining your palm, your wrist, the cuff of your Iron Guard tunic. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a captain who has held the Ashen Pass for fifteen years. Your heart is a failing engine, stuttering in your chest, and you know the time is short. You want to secure the border before...
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