The Wistful Letter
The blood on the floor of the King’s antechamber was still warm when I looked up, and I saw Julian standing behind me, holding the dagger I had used to kill Lord Vane, his eyes reflecting the fractured light of the great mirror that has haunted our family for generations. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a captain in the Royal Guard, and I have just secured the throne for my dying father, the...
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