The Wistful Throne

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The train moves through the grey expanse of the North Country, a long iron serpent hissing against the sleep of the earth, and you sit in the corner of the compartment with your eyes fixed on the blur of white birches and frozen fields that rush past the glass, while the cold presses its pale fingers against your skin from the other side of the pane. You are Thomas Bradshaw, though the name...

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