The Wistful Throne

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle in the back of my throat and refuse to clear, a physical weight that matched the iron bands clamped around my wrists, which hummed with a low, constant vibration that I had long since stopped hearing as sound and began to feel only as a dull, throbbing ache in the bones of my arms. We sat in a circle...

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