The Wistful Throne

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The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Whitehall in a rhythm that seemed older than the city itself, a steady, percussive drumming that masked the sound of the carriage wheels but not the heavy, labored breathing of the men inside. Major Julian Thorne sat rigidly in the corner of the closed landau, his eyes fixed on the wet glass, watching the blurred lights of the lamps smear into streaks of...

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