The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The air in the Great Hall of King Edward’s palace hung thick with the scent of roasted swan and stale wine, a suffocating opulence that seemed to press against Thomas Bradshaw’s lungs as he stood at the edge of the dais. He was forty years old, a man whose spine had long since surrendered to the curvature of the scribe’s desk, and in his trembling hands he clutched a ledger bound in iron and...

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