The Wistful Throne
The mortar is screaming, a high-pitched shriek that vibrates through the soles of your boots and rattles the teeth in your skull as you hammer the final steel pin into the fractured archway, your muscles burning with the effort of holding the weight of Aethelgard’s central spire from collapsing into the void. You are Elias Thorne, a structural engineer who spent twenty years calculating...
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