The Wistful Throne

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that blurred the edge of the world where the manor house met the moor. Eleanor stood at the window, her fingers tracing the cold condensation, watching the wet earth swallow the footprints of those who had come to say goodbye. It was not a funeral, exactly, but a departure so total it felt like a death. She was leaving. The...

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