The Wistful Throne

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The feast hall of Aethelgard smelled of roasted boar and stale wine, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to press against the inside of your skull as you stood at the edge of the dais, your hands trembling with a chill that had no source in the damp stone floor. You were Elias, the court seer, a man of forty-two years whose face had grown gaunt and hollow in the three years since your sister,...

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