The Wistful Throne
The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, and the seal at the bottom had cracked along a hairline fracture that Elias Thorne had spent three weeks trying to stabilize with beeswax and patience. It was a bill of sale, or rather, a refusal of one, dated forty years prior, listing the assets of the house of Aldercroft: three acres of fenland, a millstone of grey...
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