The Wistful Throne

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The fog in Harrowgate did not roll in; it sat, a thick, sulfurous blanket that smelled of coal dust and wet wool, pressing against the cellar window until the glass bowed inward. Elara Vane sat on the cold stone floor, her hands trembling not from the chill, but from the first dry, rattling cough that had begun to tear at her lungs three weeks prior. She was thirty-two years old, a widow in all...

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