The Wistful Throne

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The floorboards groaned under the weight of our silence. I stood in the center of the great hall, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the vibration of the truth that sat heavy in my chest. It was a physical thing, a stone swallowed whole. I looked at Margaret. She did not look back. She was busy with the tea tray, her movements precise, mechanical, the same as they had been for thirty...

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