The Wistful Throne

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The hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wood. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain streak the glass. It was a cold evening. The kind that settled into the bones. Inside, the air was thick. It was thick with heat and perfume. It was thick with the sound of laughter. They called him the ghost. Not to his face. Not yet. But he saw it. He saw the way they looked at him. They looked...

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