The Wistful Throne

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The banquet hall in the village of Oakhaven smelled of roasted goose, stale beer, and the metallic tang of old fear, a scent that had seeped into the plaster walls and the grain of the oak tables over three decades of quiet, dutiful rule. I stood by the window, my back to the roaring fire and the clinking glasses, watching the rain streak the glass with a rhythm that felt less like weather and...

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