The Wistful Throne

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The palace was not a building but a living, breathing entity of stone and shadow, and the air inside it tasted of old copper and crushed lavender. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, for time in the High Court of Aethelgard did not move in straight lines but in heavy, viscous circles that swallowed hours whole. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his boots sinking...

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