The Wistful Throne

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The black velvet shroud hung from the chair like a wet lung, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heave that had nothing to do with the wind. Silas Vane, Inquisitor of the Third Circle, stood in the center of the rotunda, his boots sinking into the dust of the old capital, Aethelgard. He was thirty years old, a man whose life had been reduced to a ledger of duties and debts, and he had come here to...

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