The Wistful Throne

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The banquet hall of the old garrison was a cathedral of dust and forgotten glories, its high ceilings lost in a haze of cigar smoke and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted lamb and stale wine. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his spine rigid against the worn leather of his chair, his hands folded neatly over the polished surface as if he were holding a map of a...

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