The Wistful Throne

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Chapter One “You look like a man who has swallowed a stone, Ketil,” the Duke’s steward muttered, sliding a bowl of thin broth across the high table. The smell of the feast hit Ketil Ekstrom before the sight did: roasting boar, rendered fat, and the sour, metallic tang of fear that clung to the courtiers’ breaths. He was thirty years old, stripped of his title for heretical muttering, and he...

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