The Wistful Throne

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The seal cracked down with a sound like a knuckle popping, a dry, brittle snap that echoed in the small, dusty room where you sat. You looked at the parchment in your hands, the heavy wax now a fractured mosaic of deep red shards. It was your father’s seal. It was the only thing left of him that did not smell of wet earth and grave mold. You had spent three weeks in the cellar, digging, prying,...

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