The Wistful Throne

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The firelight in the Great Hall of Ashworth Keep did not dance; it clawed. It reached up the rough-hewn oak pillars with a desperate, hungry grace, illuminating the smoke that hung thick and heavy in the rafters like a shroud. Lord Edward Ashworth sat at the high table, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, a weapon that felt less like steel and more like a burden of iron. The air was...

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