The Wistful Throne

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The iron key was cold in your palm, the metal biting into the skin of your thumb as you turned it in the lock of the granary door. The light outside was failing, a bruised purple that stretched long shadows across the snow, and the air smelled of woodsmoke and the metallic tang of the coming winter. You were Elias Thorne, sheriff of a town that had forgotten how to eat, and you wanted to secure...

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