The Wistful Throne

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The frost was already in the mortar, a fine white powder that crumbled under my fingernails like old bone, and I told the man standing in the doorway that he had no business here, that the gate was sealed by order of the Crown and by the law of the land, though I knew his name before he spoke, knew it the way one knows the ache in a joint before the storm breaks. Norah Pargeter had held the...

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