The Wistful Throne

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The damp smell of the cellar was the first thing Elias Thorne registered, a thick, mineral weight that pressed against his lungs before his eyes adjusted to the gloom. He stood before the oak crate that held the ceremonial sword of the Duke, the leather wrap damp with condensation, and he began the slow, rhythmic motion of polishing the scabbard. Outside, the city of Aethelgard hummed with the...

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