The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 05:25:47 -

The iron gate shuddered. It was not the wind. It was the weight of the city behind it, a living thing pressing against the stone teeth of the Bastille’s outer wall. Thomas Ashworth stood in the courtyard, his back to the gate, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in twenty years. The courtyard was a square of grey flagstones, slick with rain. Above, the sky was the...

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