The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 13:45:41 -

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude’s smelled of roasted goose, stale beer, and damp wool. I sat at the low table, my back against the cold stone wall. My legs were thin. My stomach was empty. The noise hit my ears like a physical blow. I closed my eyes. I listened to the scrape of wooden spoons against clay bowls. I listened to the laughter. It sounded...

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