The Wistful Throne

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The superior’s voice was a dry rasp, barely audible over the wind battering the high windows of the infirmary. "You will leave, Thomas. The air in this room is foul, and your presence serves no purpose but to invite death upon your own frail frame." Twelve-year-old Thomas Bradshaw did not move. He sat on the straw pallet beside the Abbot’s bed, his hands clasped so tightly around the wooden...

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