The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 03:50:25 -

The rain had not stopped for forty days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, dark mirror reflecting nothing but the weeping faces of the passersby, and I stood at the window of my cramped study, watching the water drip from the gutter in a rhythmic, maddening staccato that seemed to count down the seconds of my own diminishing breath. I am a...

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