The Wistful Throne

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The loom stood in the center of the hall. It was old wood, black with age, and it hummed. A low sound. Like a breath held too long. Thomas stood before it. His hands were steady. They were always steady. He was a master weaver. The King’s weaver. His title was simple. His life was not. The court was crowded. Nobles in silk. Guards with swords. The air smelled of wax and sweat. Thomas did not...

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