The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the moat surrounding Blackwood Keep into a churning, opaque lake. Inside the great hall, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale woodsmoke. Sir Julian stood near the hearth, his back to the fire, watching the embers pulse with a dying, orange light. He was a man of forty, though the stress of the...

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