The Wistful Throne

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The ink was still wet on the page when the door burst open. Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from his desk. He was copying a diagram of the water cycle, his quill scratching a steady, rhythmic scratch against the parchment. The sound of heavy boots on the stone floor stopped three paces away. The silence that followed was not empty; it was thick, pressing against the walls of the scriptorium...

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