The Wistful Throne

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The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the County Courthouse, a relentless gray drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the soles of my shoes. I sat in the corner of the clerk’s office, a space that smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old paper, my hands folded tightly in my lap to keep them from trembling. My name was Arthur Penhaligon, and for...

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