The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-23 20:50:50 -

The snow has been falling since dawn, a thick, suffocating blanket that muffles the sounds of the city and turns the cobblestones into a slick, treacherous mirror of grey and white. I sit alone in the High Court archive, the air stale with the scent of dried ink and rotting parchment, the only light coming from the single tallow candle that burns with a sputtering, anxious flame. My name is...

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