The Wistful Throne

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into dark, slick mirrors. Inside the hall of the old Ashworth estate, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the floorboards. Silas Vane stood by the large, leaded window, his hands resting on the cold...

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