The Wistful Throne

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The bread is hard. It is the color of old bone. You hold it in your hand and it does not break. You walk through the gate. The stone is cold under your feet. The air smells of damp wool and iron. You are small. You are ten. You are not supposed to be here. But you are. The Hall of St. Jude is vast. The ceiling is high. Shadows live in the corners. The floor is black and polished. It reflects...

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