The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 00:21:00 -

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and stale sweat. You are standing at the edge of the table, your hands resting on the heavy oak. They are your only property. Your only truth. Look at them. The skin is thin. The knuckles are swollen like old walnuts. You have been a tailor for forty years. You have stitched the linings of kings and the rags of beggars. You know the weight of a thread....

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