The Wistful Throne

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The candles on the long table of the Guild Hall flickered in the draft, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to dance with a life of their own. You sat at the head of the table, not because of rank, but because of proximity to the empty chair where Master Aldous had lain until an hour ago. The air smelled of roasted pheasant and stale wine, a cloying mixture that coated the back of your...

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