The Wistful Throne

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The brass instrument hung heavy on Elara’s hip, a cold weight against the damp wool of her coat as she stood before the High Warden’s desk, the wood of which was scarred by decades of bureaucratic indifference and the slow, grinding pressure of a failing harvest. She had not slept since the funeral, her eyes rimmed with the red exhaustion of a woman who had been denied the basic dignity of...

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