The Wistful Throne

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The hall of the Ashworth estate was not merely lit by candlelight; it was consumed by it. Thousands of tallow flames, mounted on brass candelabra that stretched like skeletal arms from the floor to the vaulted ceiling, created a haze of golden smoke that smelled of rendered fat and ancient wax. It was the feast of the Solstice, a tradition so old in the village of Oakhaven that no one could...

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