The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-18 22:56:11 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors, reflecting the gaslight in fractured, trembling shards. I stood at the threshold of the guardhouse, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, the steel cold and heavy against my palm. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and...

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