The Wistful Throne

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The fire took the roof before the sun was fully up. I watched it. I stood in the mud. The sky was the color of a bruised plum. Smoke coiled like a black snake. It smelled of pine and old blood. The academy was gone. My life was gone. I am a scholar. I have spent forty years in this stone box. I have catalogued the stars. I mapped the constellations of the ancients. I believed in order. I...

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