The Wistful Throne

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2026-08-24 01:05:50 -

The grey stain had spread past the Duke’s elbow, a cold, mottled patch that seemed to drink the warmth from the candlelight. I watched it creep toward his wrist, a slow, silent thief that took the color from his skin and the strength from his limbs, and I knew with a dull, heavy certainty that we were already defeated. It was the winter of 1342, and I was thirty years old, a widow serving the...

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