The Wistful Throne

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the boundaries between the ancient stone walls of the palace and the muddy earth beyond. Eleanor Fairchild walked the long, echoing corridors with a pace that was less a walk and more a drifting, her shoes making no sound on the worn flagstones. She carried a small, ceramic bowl in her hands, cradling it against...

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