The Wistful Throne

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The feast hall of Castle Halloway smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying mixture that seemed to settle in the lungs like dust. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, fingers tracing the grain with a rhythmic, unconscious precision. He was a man of few words, his face a map of scars that had faded to a pale, silvery...

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