The Wistful Throne

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"Sign here. And here. Do not hesitate, Nora." Nora Lenehan pressed her pen to the transfer form. The ink bled into the cheap paper, a slow dark stain. She was forty-two. Her hands shook, but only slightly. Eamon stood by the window, watching the salt marsh turn silver in the dusk. He did not look back. The city clock outside ticked, a sound so steady it felt like a pulse. Nora felt it in her...

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