The Wistful Throne

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The iron of the armor was cold against Aldric’s ribs, a weight that felt less like protection and more like a coffin lid being lowered. He stood before the King’s tribunal in the great hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old fear, his dented breastplate bearing the scars of the siege at Blackwood like the skin of a beaten man. The King sat upon the high seat, his face a mask of...

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