The Wistful Throne

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The feast in the Hall of Whispers was not a celebration but a siege, a sprawling, suffocating tableau of silver and shadow where the air itself felt heavy with the weight of unspoken oaths and the metallic tang of old blood, and at the head of the long table sat King Alistair, a man whose face was a map of every war he had ever fought and every peace he had failed to keep, his eyes fixed not on...

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