The Wistful Throne

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The glass of the champagne flute cracked in Thomas Vane’s hand. It was a sharp, bright fracture, splitting the rim into three jagged shards that clattered onto the marble floor of the Foundry’s grand hall. The sound was small, swallowed by the roar of the Great Engine in the basement, but to Thomas it sounded like a bone snapping. He was twelve years old, standing in a suit that fit him too...

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