The Wistful Throne

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The hall smelled of roasting meat and stale beer. The air was thick. Candles guttered in the drafts. Shadows danced on the stone walls. They were tall and thin. They reached for the ceiling. The feast was in full swing. Laughter echoed. It was a hollow sound. It bounced off the hard surfaces. No one looked at him. He sat at the far end of the table. The wood was cold under his hands. He wore a...

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