The Wistful Throne

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The Great Hall smelled of stale beer and wet wool. It was the Feast of the Unnamed King. We ate roast pig and dark bread. We drank until our tongues went numb. I sat at the high table. The stone was cold under my hands. "Look at him," said Thomas. He pointed with a bone. "He glows." I looked down. My hands were white. Not pale. White. Like chalk. Like the bone of a dead horse. "Is it the wine?"...

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