The Wistful Throne

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The banquet hall was a cavern of suspended dust and cold stone, a place where the air tasted of iron and old, dried lavender, and the only light came from a chandelier that had not been lit in centuries yet still cast a long, bruised shadow across the floor where the guests sat in rows of rigid, silent chairs. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the table, his hands folded neatly in his lap,...

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