The Wistful Throne

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The cellar smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, metallic tang of preserved rosemary. It was a smell that had seeped into the mortar, into the very bones of the stone, over three centuries of quiet decay and stubborn persistence. You stood before the great oak table, your hands resting on its rough-hewn surface, feeling the vibration of the castle’s heartbeat beneath your fingertips. It was...

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