The Wistful Throne

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The air in the valley of Oakhaven did not merely smell of rain and wet stone; it smelled of time itself, a thick, cloying perfume of rot and rebirth that clung to the throats of the masons who worked the great cathedral spire, a place where the geometry of the world seemed to buckle under the weight of too many prayers and not enough hands. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the precipice of the...

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