The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, monotonous rhythm against the leaded windows of the Archive Hall, a sound that had begun to feel less like weather and more like the heartbeat of the building itself. Silas Vane stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the cold wood. He was a small man, unremarkable in his grey tunic, yet his presence in...

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