The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick, treacherous mirrors, reflecting the dull, sodden sky that hung low over the town like a shroud, and I sat in the high, cold chair of the Commandant’s office, watching the water drip from the tip of my hat onto the floorboards, a rhythmic, hollow sound that marked the...

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