The Wistful Throne
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp, aggressive geometry of the glass towers surrounding the courtyard. In the center of this paved expanse, where the stone was worn smooth by decades of hurried footsteps and the memory of wet umbrellas, stood Julian Vane. He was not a king, nor a tyrant, but he...
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