The Wistful Throne

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the shadow detached. It peeled away from your spine with a sound like tearing wet paper, a long, viscous pull that left the skin on your back raw and cold. You did not look back. You could not. Your hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the sudden, violent absence of weight. You had spent thirty-two years serving the Duke, grinding your life into...

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