The Wistful Throne

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The winter air in the throne room tasted of iron and old stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood guard by the great mirror, a slab of polished obsidian set into the wall that had watched over the monarchs of the Ashwood line for three centuries. I was forty-two, a veteran of the Royal Guard, and my duty was simple: to execute the King’s secret order to purge the...

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