The Wistful Throne

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The hall was a cavern of gold leaf and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and the cloying sweetness of lilies that had been crushed too early in their vases. It was the Feast of the Longest Night, a tradition so old that no one alive could recall who had first woven the silver threads into the tapestries that lined the high walls. But the threads were wrong. They had begun to...

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