The Wistful Throne

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The rain lashed the glass. It was cold. Colder than stone. Colder than memory. Eleanor stood at the window. Her back was straight. Her hands were still. She watched the storm tear at the oaks. They bent. They groaned. They held. "Move," a voice said. Low. Rough. She did not turn. She knew who it was. Julian. He was behind her. In the shadows of the hall. He held the cane. The black ash wood. It...

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