The Wistful Throne

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You are wiping the blood from the stone floor with a rag that has seen better decades, the liquid dark and thick as old wine, when Lord Vane’s shadow falls across your back. He does not speak. He stands there, his hands clasped behind him, watching you clean the stain left by the previous servant, a boy who has not moved in three days. The air in the cellar smells of damp rot and iron, a scent...

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