The Wistful Throne

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The crown sat on the velvet cushion like a question without an answer. Edward Thorne stood before it each morning, the same way a man stands before a cliff edge—knowing the fall is inevitable, wondering only which direction to face when gravity takes him. The crown was gold and encrusted with stones the colour of frozen blood. It had belonged to his grandfather, who had belonged it to his...

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