The Wistful Throne

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The vault smelled of wet stone and old flour. Roxana Zare stood before the alabaster table, her hands already red from the heat of the oven behind her. Lord Kaveh waited in the gallery above, his face a mask of polite impatience. He wanted the Eternal Loaf. He wanted his son to live. The price was written in the margin of the contract: the baker’s years, taken by the dough. Roxana looked at her...

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