The Wistful Throne

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Elara, stop fidgeting with that stone; you’ll chip it before the sun even clears the ridge. The voice of Thomas Bradshaw, the village elder, cut through the heavy, stale air of the Hall of Whispers, a sound as dry and brittle as the parchment he clutched in his trembling hand. Elara did not look up from the Wistful Throne, her fingers tracing the rough, pitted surface of the armrest, feeling...

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