The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-20 10:09:05 -

The hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat, heavy with the smoke of a hundred tallow candles burning low in the stone sconces. I sat at the far end of the long table, my fingers trembling slightly as I held my cup of ale. The liquid was dark, almost black, and it sloshed against my knuckles with every shiver that ran through...

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