The Wistful Throne

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Porto in the thaw was a city of mud and broken promises, where the canals ran black with rot and the air tasted of wet wool and old copper. The docks at ninety-six of Widow's Landing hummed with the low, grinding friction of hulls against stone, a sound that Antonio Machado felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. He stood at the edge of the quay, his hand wrapped around the iron key...

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