The Wistful Throne

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The rain had been falling on the ramparts of Aethelgard for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the ancient stone into a slick, weeping skin. Sir Julian Vane stood at the edge of the parapet, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, which hung low and heavy at his hip, the leather grip worn smooth and pale from years of anxious gripping. He was watching the city below, not the...

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