The Wistful Throne

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The coughing started in the autumn, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to originate from somewhere deep within the architecture of my ribs, as if the bone itself were cracking under the weight of the season’s decay. I was fifty-four, a tenured professor of history at a university in the damp, brick-lined heart of London, and I had spent the last thirty years cataloging the rise and fall of...

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