The Wistful Throne

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The parchment lay on the table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and regret. It was a list of debts, not of money, but of blood, and your name was at the top, written in a hand you recognized as your own, though you had not held a quill in three days. The constable’s ledger was open beside it, the pages thick with the names of men you had sworn to protect, now crossed out with red ink....

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