The Wistful Throne

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The leather of the sword hilt was slick with sweat, cold against your palm as you gripped it for the last time before the parting. You stood at the heavy oak gate of the keep, the stone beneath your boots feeling less like a foundation and more like a spine slowly cracking under the weight of years. Behind you, the courtyard was empty save for the shadows that pooled in the corners, though the...

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