The Wistful Throne

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Chapter One The light in the detention center was the color of old dishwater, flat and refusing to reflect anything that mattered. Teresa Wojcik stood in the queue, her boots sinking slightly into the gravel of the yard, and watched the camp whistle scream across the iron fence. It was a sound that stripped the flesh from the bone of the morning. She was forty years old, a woman who had once...

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