The Wistful Throne

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The first frost came down on the night of the solstice, but it did not look like frost. It looked like ash. It settled on the manicured lawns of the Ashworth estate, a fine, grey powder that erased the green and left only the skeletal brown of the earth. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the window of her study, her breath fogging the glass, watching the garden die. She was a woman of forty,...

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