The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell on the gable roof with a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone, a persistent, hollow percussion that seemed to hollow out the bones of the keep itself. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old woodsmoke, your hands bound behind your back with rope that bit into your wrists not with pain but with a dull, aching...

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