The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-17 22:57:59 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasting goose and old stone. It was a smell that clung to the wool of my coat, a scent of victory that tasted like ash in my mouth. I stood near the radiator, my hands tucked into my pockets to hide the tremor. The room was full. Men in suits that cost more than my yearly rent. Women with jewelry that caught the light like broken glass. They were celebrating. They...

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