The Wistful Throne

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The brass scabbard of my sword lay on the desk, catching the afternoon light that slanted through the high windows of the War Office. It was a clean, cold thing, polished to a mirror shine that reflected the dust motes dancing in the air, and I stared at it as if it were a stranger’s face. Outside, the October wind stripped the last brown leaves from the elms lining Whitehall, sending them...

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