The Wistful Throne

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone, a scent that hung in the air like a promise of violence. We sat at the long oak table, the descendants of the old blood, our faces illuminated by the flickering candlelight that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the beating of our hearts. I watched the Grand Duchess, Elena, slice the breast of the bird with surgical precision. The knife was a...

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