The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-19 18:55:49 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold and relentless sheet that turned the courtyard of the Old Quarter into a swamp of grey mud and shattered leaves, and I stood at the window of my office, watching the water run down the glass in thick, erratic streams, while the weight of the silence inside the room pressed against my eardrums with a force that felt physical, almost tangible, as...

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