The Wistful Throne

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The sky split open. Not with thunder. With light. A blinding, white sheet of radiance that poured down over the cobblestones of London, turning the gas lamps into pale, dying embers. The fog vanished. The birds fell silent. Then, the world dissolved. Arthur was still holding the hat. He stood in the middle of a field that was not a field. The grass here was silver, tall, and humming with a low,...

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