The Wistful Throne

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Chapter One I remember the cold more than the sound. It was a wet, biting chill that seeped through the floorboards of the ancestral hall, settling in my joints like the damp reeds outside. The jade hairpin sat in its velvet box, heavy and green, a weight that matched the debt crushing our family. I wanted to sell it. I needed the money before dawn, when the magistrate would arrive to seize the...

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