The Wistful Throne
Chapter One Tars Ithel is the bone-setter of the horse clans, a fact that tastes of iron and old blood in the mouth of anyone who has ever seen him work. I sit alone in the humming, rain-slicked city of Oros, where the air is thick with ozone and the distant clatter of the ferry crossing, my hands resting on my knees, waiting for the next memory to peel away. I am here for the silver circlet,...
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