The Wistful Throne

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The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, rhythmic pull. He gripped his Lee-Enfield until his knuckles whitened, the wood slick with rain and something darker. Three years. That was how long it had been since his father’s last breath rattled in the narrow bed of their cottage in Leeds, a sound like a hinge grinding in the dark. The army had called it a sacrifice. The papers had called...

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