The Wistful Throne
The chandeliers in the Grand Hall of the State Library cast a warm, amber glow over the assembled crowd, turning the polished mahogany tables into pools of liquid gold. You stand near the edge of the room, your hands clasped tightly behind your back to keep them from trembling, watching as the Board of Directors takes their seats at the head table. Tonight is the annual gala, a night of...
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