The Wistful Throne

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The hall smells of roasted pork and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that clings to the back of your throat as you stand at the edge of the dais, watching the candles gutter in the draft. You are not meant to be here, not in this gilded cage of velvet and shadow where the wealthy men of the district gather to drink to prosperity, but you are here because you are the son of the man who built...

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